1. What do you wear to bed?
Skin.
2. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
I sleep on the left side of the bed. When Cliff leaves for work at quarter to five in the morning, I sort of sprawl diagonally, corner to corner, for maximum sleep satisfaction.
3. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
Nope, but I often find myself cuddling one of my many pillows if I end up sleeping in late. I'm not one for "stuffed animals".
4. Blanket/bed hog?
I, most definitely am NOT a blanket hog. My cuddly bedmate, however... *grumbles* Let's just say the phrase "One good turn gets all the blankets" is VERY apt. As for the classification "Bed Hog".... Weeeellllll... I think I may be guilty of that on occasion...
The Man: Hey, can I have some of the bed?
Me: There's heaps of room right HERE! *indicates space between him and myself*
The Man: There's tons of room on the other side of you, too. I'm hanging on by a cheek, here.
Me: Gah! Fine... Here!
5. Do you make your bed everyday?
I never used to give two shits about making my bed, but since I got my kickass medieval captain's bedframe, I've realized how very nice a freshly made bed looks, and how much LESS effort it takes to just collapse on the bed after a long day at work, instead of having to push aside craploads of blankets. My Grandmother should be proud.
Friday, December 08, 2006
We Are What They Want Us To Be... In The End.
Okay. I was doing a little thinking. Dangerous, I know.
It's hard to phrase the right way, But I think in each relationship we are in with whoever we are with, we change to suit them.
Not extreme measures, mind you, or at least not ME changing in extreme measures, or even my boyfriend doing so, but we seem to slightly change to better suit our partners preferences.
Ugh, this is all coming out *wrong*. It sounds like I mean that we turn into Stepford wives/husbands. Let's phrase this another way.
Over the years, I've grown from being rather domineering, prudish, and advantageous individual, into someone who is usually very sweet tempered (most of the time), pretty giggly (but not ditzy), relatively easy-going, devoted and fairly honest. (Hey, little white lies never killed anyone, did they?) I'm also sensitive and pretty empathic to other's needs and desires.
I'm still direct when I've got something to say, I'm still determined and loud and energetic...
With Erik I was little miss intelligentsia. That's not to say that I'm NOT intelligent anymore, it was just a focus on our relationship. Erik is a brilliant man. I had to keep up. I also partied harder with Erik than I did in any other relationship. During that 6 month long stint, I spent more money on alcohol and accoutrement than I have in the last 4 years prior to it combined.
When I was "with" Devin... Ergh... I was (too) empathic, too accepting, and too generous with my emotions and time.
And with Cliff, I'm turning into what could be the perfect little housewife, when I'm not working my 52 hours a week.
Shocking, isn't it?
I cook, clean, and quite willingly contemplate having his babies. I imagine sitting next to him in a rocking chair 40 years down the road. I spend 98 percent of my time off work, with him, (though, oftentimes in completely different rooms, doing different things) I fall asleep at eleven pm, after reading my novel and chatting with him for about an hour prior to sleep. I'm so sweet it could make your teeth rot, (and it's wholeheartedly genuine!) I (mutually) spoil him with affection, I ask him how his day was at the end of the day...
It's all pretty foreign to me. But it's so very cool.
So my questions are these:
1.) "When did I grow up behind my back?"
2.) "When's this whole crazy, fantastic life going to come crashing down around me?"
It's hard to phrase the right way, But I think in each relationship we are in with whoever we are with, we change to suit them.
Not extreme measures, mind you, or at least not ME changing in extreme measures, or even my boyfriend doing so, but we seem to slightly change to better suit our partners preferences.
Ugh, this is all coming out *wrong*. It sounds like I mean that we turn into Stepford wives/husbands. Let's phrase this another way.
Over the years, I've grown from being rather domineering, prudish, and advantageous individual, into someone who is usually very sweet tempered (most of the time), pretty giggly (but not ditzy), relatively easy-going, devoted and fairly honest. (Hey, little white lies never killed anyone, did they?) I'm also sensitive and pretty empathic to other's needs and desires.
I'm still direct when I've got something to say, I'm still determined and loud and energetic...
With Erik I was little miss intelligentsia. That's not to say that I'm NOT intelligent anymore, it was just a focus on our relationship. Erik is a brilliant man. I had to keep up. I also partied harder with Erik than I did in any other relationship. During that 6 month long stint, I spent more money on alcohol and accoutrement than I have in the last 4 years prior to it combined.
When I was "with" Devin... Ergh... I was (too) empathic, too accepting, and too generous with my emotions and time.
And with Cliff, I'm turning into what could be the perfect little housewife, when I'm not working my 52 hours a week.
Shocking, isn't it?
I cook, clean, and quite willingly contemplate having his babies. I imagine sitting next to him in a rocking chair 40 years down the road. I spend 98 percent of my time off work, with him, (though, oftentimes in completely different rooms, doing different things) I fall asleep at eleven pm, after reading my novel and chatting with him for about an hour prior to sleep. I'm so sweet it could make your teeth rot, (and it's wholeheartedly genuine!) I (mutually) spoil him with affection, I ask him how his day was at the end of the day...
It's all pretty foreign to me. But it's so very cool.
So my questions are these:
1.) "When did I grow up behind my back?"
2.) "When's this whole crazy, fantastic life going to come crashing down around me?"
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Hungry Yet?
1. How do you deal with stress?
It depends on how much stress there is around me. Usually it is handled well up to a point and then I snap, lose it, yell (or sometimes not, depending on the situation) and then end the whole thing crying.
2. Do you have a favorite "comfort food" and what is it?
Macaroni and Cheese, Toast with butter and strawberry Jam, and obviously, chocolate.
3. Do you have a "comfort activity" and what is it?
Reading a book or sleeping.
4. What days depress you and why?
Typically, I'm depressed but more because of exhaustion on Christmas Eve. I often find myself near (or in) tears on the 24th of December on the way home. Retail (and previous to that, working in a bakery) is exhaustingly busy work, with snarky, rude and frustrated people buying last minute objects/goods, and the typical feeling of running around like a maniac trying to get everything they need together for them, and then knowing that you have to run around to visit various family members on Christmas Day. I usually never end up staying at home on Christmas eve, I end up going to my parents, or, this year, going to Cliff's sister and brother-in-law's place. I'm almost worried because of how the last few years have been.
5. What days excite you and why?
Halloween, for sure. I love seeing kids excited and dressed up in cute costumes. Not so much for the adults because Halloween gives men the excuse to dress up like women, and women the excuse to dress like sluts. Christmas because I get to see the reactions of my loved ones and friends when they open the presents that I've thoughtfully purchased and wrapped all fancy-like.
6. Given a choice, and imagining that money and time were no object, would you rather cook dinner, eat out or order in?
There's something ultimately satisfying in cooking a luxury meal for yourself and company. I'd buy gourmet ingredients and spend a good hour and a half laughing and preparing the food with someone. There's also the joy of spoiling someone else.
7. What is the most elaborate meal you've ever prepared yourself or purchased at a restaurant?
I've made two meals that I'm very proud of, that stand out the most of all of my cooking, both of them for other people. and both were simple and fun to make. (As long as I did all the prep beforehand.)
The first was garlic butter sauteed tiger prawns, a wild baby greens salad with crumbled feta cheese and italian vinagrette dressing, 2 AAA centre cut steaks, sauteed onion and mushrooms, mixed corn and baby snap peas, red wine and then with homemade cheesecake drizzled with strawberry coulee and real whipping cream for dessert. Pure decadance.
The other meal was sweet ginger garlic stir fry, with cubed chicken breasts, sauteed in virgin olive oil and rosemary, with snap peas, carrots, corn, red, orange and green diced bell peppers, onion, 6 cloves of garlic, a generous amount of fresh ground pepper, and ground kosher salt. I served it on a bed of steamed white rice. Dessert was... Well... I won't get into that.
8. What food do you find yourself making and/or eating way too much?
Cliff has proven to me that when I thought I had an addiction to chocolate, it was nothing compared to him. I've never met someone where chocolate had to be eaten at least once every day. I think I'm madly; hopelessly in love.
9. What was your most disastrous cooking/eating out experience?
Would it be a cop out to say that I have never really had a bad cooking experience other than over cooking rice or noodles, or perhaps not cooking things for long enough? (usually cassaroles)
I can remember a time when one of my roommates decided to make hot wings and the smell of it cooking under the broiler was awful. It made my landlady gag, and she had no problem coming downstairs to tell us that it smelled like we were baking vomit in the oven. I think it was the orange juice mixed with cayenne pepper sauce that put it over the edge. Whoever the fuck wrote that recipe should be shot.
10. Would you rather cook for someone else or have them cook for you?
I love, Love, LOVE cooking for someone special.
11. What was the last thing that you ate?
Pizza. It was breakfast, at eight thirty am before I decided to crawl back into bed and die for another six hours. I'm not feeling well.
12. Who was the last person you shared a meal with?
Cliff. We camped out and ate pizza in the bedroom laughing and goofing around until we "played Yahtzee" and fell asleep exhausted. Yeah, that's it, Yahtzee.
13. What is your favorite all time dish (recipes welcome)?
My Auntie Marina made this dish, and I swear to god, it was all flavour. I think it was just Chicken breasts baked in mozzarella and spices. Oh god was it amazing. thinking about it is making my mouth water. I've never asked her for the recipe, I so should. I think it's just the fact that there was probably an entire huge block of mozza in there that made my taste buds freak out.
14. If you could eat one thing for an entire year, what would it be?
Cliff says "pussy". Uhm... I... Uh... Gotta go. See ya. *winks*
It depends on how much stress there is around me. Usually it is handled well up to a point and then I snap, lose it, yell (or sometimes not, depending on the situation) and then end the whole thing crying.
2. Do you have a favorite "comfort food" and what is it?
Macaroni and Cheese, Toast with butter and strawberry Jam, and obviously, chocolate.
3. Do you have a "comfort activity" and what is it?
Reading a book or sleeping.
4. What days depress you and why?
Typically, I'm depressed but more because of exhaustion on Christmas Eve. I often find myself near (or in) tears on the 24th of December on the way home. Retail (and previous to that, working in a bakery) is exhaustingly busy work, with snarky, rude and frustrated people buying last minute objects/goods, and the typical feeling of running around like a maniac trying to get everything they need together for them, and then knowing that you have to run around to visit various family members on Christmas Day. I usually never end up staying at home on Christmas eve, I end up going to my parents, or, this year, going to Cliff's sister and brother-in-law's place. I'm almost worried because of how the last few years have been.
5. What days excite you and why?
Halloween, for sure. I love seeing kids excited and dressed up in cute costumes. Not so much for the adults because Halloween gives men the excuse to dress up like women, and women the excuse to dress like sluts. Christmas because I get to see the reactions of my loved ones and friends when they open the presents that I've thoughtfully purchased and wrapped all fancy-like.
6. Given a choice, and imagining that money and time were no object, would you rather cook dinner, eat out or order in?
There's something ultimately satisfying in cooking a luxury meal for yourself and company. I'd buy gourmet ingredients and spend a good hour and a half laughing and preparing the food with someone. There's also the joy of spoiling someone else.
7. What is the most elaborate meal you've ever prepared yourself or purchased at a restaurant?
I've made two meals that I'm very proud of, that stand out the most of all of my cooking, both of them for other people. and both were simple and fun to make. (As long as I did all the prep beforehand.)
The first was garlic butter sauteed tiger prawns, a wild baby greens salad with crumbled feta cheese and italian vinagrette dressing, 2 AAA centre cut steaks, sauteed onion and mushrooms, mixed corn and baby snap peas, red wine and then with homemade cheesecake drizzled with strawberry coulee and real whipping cream for dessert. Pure decadance.
The other meal was sweet ginger garlic stir fry, with cubed chicken breasts, sauteed in virgin olive oil and rosemary, with snap peas, carrots, corn, red, orange and green diced bell peppers, onion, 6 cloves of garlic, a generous amount of fresh ground pepper, and ground kosher salt. I served it on a bed of steamed white rice. Dessert was... Well... I won't get into that.
8. What food do you find yourself making and/or eating way too much?
Cliff has proven to me that when I thought I had an addiction to chocolate, it was nothing compared to him. I've never met someone where chocolate had to be eaten at least once every day. I think I'm madly; hopelessly in love.
9. What was your most disastrous cooking/eating out experience?
Would it be a cop out to say that I have never really had a bad cooking experience other than over cooking rice or noodles, or perhaps not cooking things for long enough? (usually cassaroles)
I can remember a time when one of my roommates decided to make hot wings and the smell of it cooking under the broiler was awful. It made my landlady gag, and she had no problem coming downstairs to tell us that it smelled like we were baking vomit in the oven. I think it was the orange juice mixed with cayenne pepper sauce that put it over the edge. Whoever the fuck wrote that recipe should be shot.
10. Would you rather cook for someone else or have them cook for you?
I love, Love, LOVE cooking for someone special.
11. What was the last thing that you ate?
Pizza. It was breakfast, at eight thirty am before I decided to crawl back into bed and die for another six hours. I'm not feeling well.
12. Who was the last person you shared a meal with?
Cliff. We camped out and ate pizza in the bedroom laughing and goofing around until we "played Yahtzee" and fell asleep exhausted. Yeah, that's it, Yahtzee.
13. What is your favorite all time dish (recipes welcome)?
My Auntie Marina made this dish, and I swear to god, it was all flavour. I think it was just Chicken breasts baked in mozzarella and spices. Oh god was it amazing. thinking about it is making my mouth water. I've never asked her for the recipe, I so should. I think it's just the fact that there was probably an entire huge block of mozza in there that made my taste buds freak out.
14. If you could eat one thing for an entire year, what would it be?
Cliff says "pussy". Uhm... I... Uh... Gotta go. See ya. *winks*
Grrr..
I've lost my glasses somewhere in the house and can't see them to find them.
Is that irony? All I know is it's annoying.
I guess it's back to sleep for me. Cliff's home at five thirty or so, and his eyes work just fine.
It's because of days like this, I seriously fucking contemplate lasik eye surgery.
Is that irony? All I know is it's annoying.
I guess it's back to sleep for me. Cliff's home at five thirty or so, and his eyes work just fine.
It's because of days like this, I seriously fucking contemplate lasik eye surgery.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
yoinked from myself... Again. God I'm lame.
I AM: Happy with who I am with, and where I am living. Anticipatory.
I WANT: Resolution.
I WISH: I'd turned the light off in the living room. Dammit.
I HATE: Being sick.
I MISS: Some of my friends. I've been too busy.
I HEAR: The sound of my boyfriend snoring lightly (sometimes) as he sleeps with his head on my shoulder... So I can't get up to turn the light off in the living room.
I WONDER: A lot of things. If I am what I think I might be and what it will do for my life.
I REGRET: At the moment, not much.
I AM NOT: Perfect. Though I'm damned near close.
I DANCE: Like a dork.
I SING: When I'm happy.
I CRY: Not as often as I used to.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Patient.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: A veritable voluminous volley of vowels. Damn you, V for Vendetta.
I WRITE: Stories that make people feel things. Happy, sad, giggly, jiggly, nerdy...
I CONFUSE: My letters sometimes when I write by hand. I'm always thinking a few letters ahead and my damned handwriting can't keep up.
I NEED: ANOTHER RAISE!
I SHOULD: Do the laundry.
I START: With the mere push of a "button".
I FINISH: Shaking and gasping.
I WANT: Resolution.
I WISH: I'd turned the light off in the living room. Dammit.
I HATE: Being sick.
I MISS: Some of my friends. I've been too busy.
I HEAR: The sound of my boyfriend snoring lightly (sometimes) as he sleeps with his head on my shoulder... So I can't get up to turn the light off in the living room.
I WONDER: A lot of things. If I am what I think I might be and what it will do for my life.
I REGRET: At the moment, not much.
I AM NOT: Perfect. Though I'm damned near close.
I DANCE: Like a dork.
I SING: When I'm happy.
I CRY: Not as often as I used to.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Patient.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: A veritable voluminous volley of vowels. Damn you, V for Vendetta.
I WRITE: Stories that make people feel things. Happy, sad, giggly, jiggly, nerdy...
I CONFUSE: My letters sometimes when I write by hand. I'm always thinking a few letters ahead and my damned handwriting can't keep up.
I NEED: ANOTHER RAISE!
I SHOULD: Do the laundry.
I START: With the mere push of a "button".
I FINISH: Shaking and gasping.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Good Evening Ladies and Germs...
How are you guys doing?
I'm doing great. Tired, ill, a little cranky, but on the whole, very, very good.
I've been working upwards of 52 hours a week now that the holiday hours are in full swing, and training craploads of brand new employees. It's kind of fun, and very exhausting. All of my new trainees are between the ages of 17 and 21, so I've got hordes of little man-geeks in training to manipulate as I see fit. It's kind of like babysitting and nerd school at the same time. Does that make me the Head honcho Geek? Threats of spanking for bad behaviour seem to go across quite nicely and end up with appropriate results.
my Man-Geeks-in-training keep on telling me that I'm too serious, though. Me? Serious? I just don't encourage the pranks between staff ("I don't care if you do it, I just DON'T want to know! Ignorance is my protection! Oh, and don't fuck with me.") I don't encourage the flight of miniature helicopters through the mall, because I don't want to get screamed at by Mall Admin. This just seems logical.
Typical conversation with my employees consist of shit like this:
Me: "What are you guys doing?"
Man-Geek-in-Training #1: "Downloading some stuff."
Me: "What are you downloading?"
MGiT#1: "remixes of music from Final Fantasy."
Me: *rolling eyes to heaven, stifling laugh* "God, you guys are such NERDS! Cute, but WOW... Nerdy." *walks towards store exit* "Oh, and get a girlfriend!"
I seem to be getting more and more tasks tossed onto my list of 'stuff to do at work', and I know for sure I'm going to appreciate my vacation when I take one.
I'm getting into month number two of living with my boyfriend, Cliff, and things are going quite well. He was pampering me today, while I wheezed and whined and doped myself up with as few as possible painkillers on the couch. We've only had one argument in the past 2.5 months, based upon miscommunication, due to the fact that last night I was owly and grouchy, because I felt like poo, and seemed to be taking it out on him when really I wasn't. Whoops. Other than that, it's a few minor squabbles and smooth sailing. This is good.
My nephew decided to share his strep-throat with me, masked in kisses and "I love you, Auntie Lynn"'s. Unfortunately, I can't attribute malice to a seven year old who gives me kisses and loves whilst infecting me with streptococcus. The cute little bugger.
My Year end compilation will be posted up sometime between the 15th-20th of this month, as a Christmas present to my friends, near and far. It's 23 (roughly) tracks of high-bitrate, mp3 music-y goodness, from stuff I've not been able to get enough of this past 12 months. Save about 170 megs of space on your hard drive, kids!!
Depending on the situation (more on that, potentially, in a later post, further on in the month...) The cover has been completed, (though constantly under revision due to my own picky tendencies) and I've been doing a lot of design work for some pretty constant clients over the past few weeks as well.
Oh, and because I suck, and couldn't manage to remember to wish people a happy birthday ON their birthdays, despite constantly reminding myself, A happy belated Birthday to Miss Melissa, A happy birthday to Miss Jerilyn, and a happy early Birthday to Miss Elizabeth.
Okay. It's time for bed. I'm bagged.
Kisses!
L.
I'm doing great. Tired, ill, a little cranky, but on the whole, very, very good.
I've been working upwards of 52 hours a week now that the holiday hours are in full swing, and training craploads of brand new employees. It's kind of fun, and very exhausting. All of my new trainees are between the ages of 17 and 21, so I've got hordes of little man-geeks in training to manipulate as I see fit. It's kind of like babysitting and nerd school at the same time. Does that make me the Head honcho Geek? Threats of spanking for bad behaviour seem to go across quite nicely and end up with appropriate results.
my Man-Geeks-in-training keep on telling me that I'm too serious, though. Me? Serious? I just don't encourage the pranks between staff ("I don't care if you do it, I just DON'T want to know! Ignorance is my protection! Oh, and don't fuck with me.") I don't encourage the flight of miniature helicopters through the mall, because I don't want to get screamed at by Mall Admin. This just seems logical.
Typical conversation with my employees consist of shit like this:
Me: "What are you guys doing?"
Man-Geek-in-Training #1: "Downloading some stuff."
Me: "What are you downloading?"
MGiT#1: "remixes of music from Final Fantasy."
Me: *rolling eyes to heaven, stifling laugh* "God, you guys are such NERDS! Cute, but WOW... Nerdy." *walks towards store exit* "Oh, and get a girlfriend!"
I seem to be getting more and more tasks tossed onto my list of 'stuff to do at work', and I know for sure I'm going to appreciate my vacation when I take one.
I'm getting into month number two of living with my boyfriend, Cliff, and things are going quite well. He was pampering me today, while I wheezed and whined and doped myself up with as few as possible painkillers on the couch. We've only had one argument in the past 2.5 months, based upon miscommunication, due to the fact that last night I was owly and grouchy, because I felt like poo, and seemed to be taking it out on him when really I wasn't. Whoops. Other than that, it's a few minor squabbles and smooth sailing. This is good.
My nephew decided to share his strep-throat with me, masked in kisses and "I love you, Auntie Lynn"'s. Unfortunately, I can't attribute malice to a seven year old who gives me kisses and loves whilst infecting me with streptococcus. The cute little bugger.
My Year end compilation will be posted up sometime between the 15th-20th of this month, as a Christmas present to my friends, near and far. It's 23 (roughly) tracks of high-bitrate, mp3 music-y goodness, from stuff I've not been able to get enough of this past 12 months. Save about 170 megs of space on your hard drive, kids!!
Depending on the situation (more on that, potentially, in a later post, further on in the month...) The cover has been completed, (though constantly under revision due to my own picky tendencies) and I've been doing a lot of design work for some pretty constant clients over the past few weeks as well.
Oh, and because I suck, and couldn't manage to remember to wish people a happy birthday ON their birthdays, despite constantly reminding myself, A happy belated Birthday to Miss Melissa, A happy birthday to Miss Jerilyn, and a happy early Birthday to Miss Elizabeth.
Okay. It's time for bed. I'm bagged.
Kisses!
L.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Feet Hurt...
So bad.
I just did the longest feeling 12 hour shift in the goddamned universe. I swear it NEVER WANTED TO END.
That is all...
/rant
I just did the longest feeling 12 hour shift in the goddamned universe. I swear it NEVER WANTED TO END.
That is all...
/rant
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Snow Snow, Snow....
And I avoided it all last night by curling up with my man, with the gas furnace on full blast, and bags full of fuzzy peach candies, chocolate (dark gourmet for me, white gourmet for him), Hot cocoa, and smokiedogs.
Oh yes. Life is good.
Weirdest comment from someone I know sort of well ever...
I went for coffee early in the evening, last night with Crystal, and on the way through browsing London Drugs, we ran into someone that works in an adjacent store to mine in the mall.
Someone that had been on one or two impromptu dates with Cliff in the past, (which doesn't bother me one bit) and is pretty happy that he has found someone who appreciates him.
She asks what I'm doing there, I introduce my girlfriend, say that we're out for coffee and to do some pre-Xmas window shopping. With her is her sister, and her 7 month old niece, who I've had the priviledge of cuddling.
What can I say, I've got babies on the brain the last six months (Okay, a year.). Cut me some slack.
She looks at her neice, and says "Okay, let's go find 'Cars', and see if it's any less expensive here. That sounds like a PREGNANT idea." while looking directly at me.
Baffled, I look at Crystal after she's left and go, "Did she just say that sounded like a "Pregnant" idea, or am I hearing things?"
Crystal: "No. She said that... It was weird."
Me: "That's waaaayyy too weird. I wonder where that came from?"
Oh yes. Life is good.
Weirdest comment from someone I know sort of well ever...
I went for coffee early in the evening, last night with Crystal, and on the way through browsing London Drugs, we ran into someone that works in an adjacent store to mine in the mall.
Someone that had been on one or two impromptu dates with Cliff in the past, (which doesn't bother me one bit) and is pretty happy that he has found someone who appreciates him.
She asks what I'm doing there, I introduce my girlfriend, say that we're out for coffee and to do some pre-Xmas window shopping. With her is her sister, and her 7 month old niece, who I've had the priviledge of cuddling.
What can I say, I've got babies on the brain the last six months (Okay, a year.). Cut me some slack.
She looks at her neice, and says "Okay, let's go find 'Cars', and see if it's any less expensive here. That sounds like a PREGNANT idea." while looking directly at me.
Baffled, I look at Crystal after she's left and go, "Did she just say that sounded like a "Pregnant" idea, or am I hearing things?"
Crystal: "No. She said that... It was weird."
Me: "That's waaaayyy too weird. I wonder where that came from?"
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
For All My American Friends Out There...
Happy American Thanksgiving...You know, us Canadians are ahead of the times...
We had ours last month.
*kisses!*
Linds.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Is It Still The Honeymoon Phase?
Because I honestly couldn't be happier.
I know. I know. Fantastic relationships make poor humourous blog fodder. You always seem to smirk when I write scathing commentary about people/things with my ascerbic, sharp wit.
But I think I earned a bit of happiness, with a decent man that listens to me, and accepts me, laughs at how dorky I can be, COMMUNICATES, and tolerates the fact that I'm at work approximately 60 hours a week instead of spending my time with him.
Christmas is coming up. I expect that to be half again more work. *sighs*
I went out last night and introduced Cliff to Elizabeth, and I think he passed the grade. Regardless if he did or didn't, I'd still keep him.
Mine.
This is the first actual weekend off that I've had in a couple of months, and I realize how incredibly much I needed it. Two days to spend with the people I love and doing the things I want to do. Wowzers.
I purchased a few Christmas presents this week, getting that arduous task underway is something that I usually don't enjoy... Correction, I LOVE buying stuff for people that they find totally personal and unique, it's just the atmosphere of "mall" at the start of the Christmas season that I don't like. I spend too much damned time in the mall as it stands, anyways.
Cliff and I plan to put up the tree and decorations next weekend... sometime. This will be the first holiday season I'll spend with a signifigant other since when I was dating my first boyfriend. I think I'll feel much more comfortable and loved with THIS boyfriend. We've agreed that we're visiting my family in the morning on Christmas day, and then going over to his sister's for dinner so I can meet the rest of his family.
I've got a few design jobs as well as my day job happening right now, some completed and some not so completed, one being a finished logo for an adult playspace, which looks pretty neat, if I say so myself, and my client is quite happy. A few photos that need to be touched up, (always nice for some extra cash) and a photo session with a friend of mine.
Glamour shots of myself from my professional photographer friend and co-worker, Heather, are scheduled sometime after christmas, and should be a blast on her big sexy red bed. Hell, if you guys are lucky, I might even post one or two tamer photos.
Might.
So tell me, what's new with you?
I know. I know. Fantastic relationships make poor humourous blog fodder. You always seem to smirk when I write scathing commentary about people/things with my ascerbic, sharp wit.
But I think I earned a bit of happiness, with a decent man that listens to me, and accepts me, laughs at how dorky I can be, COMMUNICATES, and tolerates the fact that I'm at work approximately 60 hours a week instead of spending my time with him.
Christmas is coming up. I expect that to be half again more work. *sighs*
I went out last night and introduced Cliff to Elizabeth, and I think he passed the grade. Regardless if he did or didn't, I'd still keep him.
Mine.
This is the first actual weekend off that I've had in a couple of months, and I realize how incredibly much I needed it. Two days to spend with the people I love and doing the things I want to do. Wowzers.
I purchased a few Christmas presents this week, getting that arduous task underway is something that I usually don't enjoy... Correction, I LOVE buying stuff for people that they find totally personal and unique, it's just the atmosphere of "mall" at the start of the Christmas season that I don't like. I spend too much damned time in the mall as it stands, anyways.
Cliff and I plan to put up the tree and decorations next weekend... sometime. This will be the first holiday season I'll spend with a signifigant other since when I was dating my first boyfriend. I think I'll feel much more comfortable and loved with THIS boyfriend. We've agreed that we're visiting my family in the morning on Christmas day, and then going over to his sister's for dinner so I can meet the rest of his family.
I've got a few design jobs as well as my day job happening right now, some completed and some not so completed, one being a finished logo for an adult playspace, which looks pretty neat, if I say so myself, and my client is quite happy. A few photos that need to be touched up, (always nice for some extra cash) and a photo session with a friend of mine.
Glamour shots of myself from my professional photographer friend and co-worker, Heather, are scheduled sometime after christmas, and should be a blast on her big sexy red bed. Hell, if you guys are lucky, I might even post one or two tamer photos.
Might.
So tell me, what's new with you?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
See, Speak, Hear. No Evil.
A new addition to my collection, courtesy of Cliff.
I collect statues of The Chinese Buddha. Am I a Buddhist? No. I'm not really religious at all. So, the question remains, why do I collect them? Because Buddha is the only religious icon that is actually smiling... Plus he's fat and happy. There's something to be said about being fat, and happy with yourself, and still having the ability to find spiritual Nirvana and peace in yourself, no matter what you look like on the outside.
The other buddha he's given me, not pictured here, is a Kama Sutra buddha, with a lovely scene from the book carved into the bottom of a very rotund, (shall we say, Rubenesque...) Buddha.
I collect statues of The Chinese Buddha. Am I a Buddhist? No. I'm not really religious at all. So, the question remains, why do I collect them? Because Buddha is the only religious icon that is actually smiling... Plus he's fat and happy. There's something to be said about being fat, and happy with yourself, and still having the ability to find spiritual Nirvana and peace in yourself, no matter what you look like on the outside.
The other buddha he's given me, not pictured here, is a Kama Sutra buddha, with a lovely scene from the book carved into the bottom of a very rotund, (shall we say, Rubenesque...) Buddha.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Oh Lord...
He's so wholly gorgeous in his exhausted sleep on our bed that I'm dying to tell someone. It almost begs to be photographed, with the play of light on his skin and muscles in his shoulders. I don't because I don't want to risk accidentally waking him.
I lay next to him, and just simply look at him. Long, and lean and soft lightly freckled pale skin over lean muscle. Dark hair with a touch of grey at the temples, and full, amazing lips.
He treats me so well, he cares for me so much, he teases me and jokes with me the same way I joke with him...
*sighs*
And he's all mine.
These are the moments that make any relationship worth any risk, when you can watch your lover sleep so soundly next to you.
I lay next to him, and just simply look at him. Long, and lean and soft lightly freckled pale skin over lean muscle. Dark hair with a touch of grey at the temples, and full, amazing lips.
He treats me so well, he cares for me so much, he teases me and jokes with me the same way I joke with him...
*sighs*
And he's all mine.
These are the moments that make any relationship worth any risk, when you can watch your lover sleep so soundly next to you.
But We're Ladies!!
Elizabeth spoiled me near the end of september by taking me out to go see Margaret Cho at the Orpheum theatre in Downtown Vancouver.
I had a fantastic time, and I think we both looked pretty smoking hot.
I don't think I took the opportunity to thank her like she should have been for such an enjoyable night out with such fantastic company, and lately I've been so busy that I haven't had the energy to do so.
So once again, Thank you, Miss Liz. I really appreciate you being my friend, even if I'm not around to show it as often as I should.
I had a fantastic time, and I think we both looked pretty smoking hot.
I don't think I took the opportunity to thank her like she should have been for such an enjoyable night out with such fantastic company, and lately I've been so busy that I haven't had the energy to do so.
So once again, Thank you, Miss Liz. I really appreciate you being my friend, even if I'm not around to show it as often as I should.
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Oh, My Aching Back...
Eons and eons since I've posted, but I have a good excuse.
I've been busy.
Hell, I haven't even visited with my friends lately. I passed up the opportunity to go out to two separate birthday parties (Sorry Mark and Patrick!) because of my grueling work schedule... Today is the first day off after an eight day bender running around like a maniac. I've been moving my stuff into my boyfriend's apartment the weekend prior to Hallowe'en. I know... It's a bit fast, and both he and I feel the same way about it, but hey, I was getting to the end of my rope, and my hands were slippery, and I seem to have found a male that actually appreciates me and wants me around.
Speaking of Hallowe'en... I had the most massive sugar hangover in the universe which required me doing extreme measures of "hair of the dog" the following day with the purchase of a Coca Cola and two Aero bars to ease the pressure in my head.
Or maybe it was just another excuse to eat chocolate.
I'm now "Sales Floor Manager" as well as "Assistant Manager" so my workload has doubled. I think I'm handling it with aplomb, however, I'm really really damned tired at night now.
This is the first day off I've had to sit down and WRITE something. Christ, it's even hard to read without ending up reading through osmosis via my face, I get so tired at night. Bed times have changed from 1 am, to 9 pm, if I'm lucky.
Actually, I think I'm going to go and crawl back into bed, and catch up on the sleep that I've been missing.
I've been busy.
Hell, I haven't even visited with my friends lately. I passed up the opportunity to go out to two separate birthday parties (Sorry Mark and Patrick!) because of my grueling work schedule... Today is the first day off after an eight day bender running around like a maniac. I've been moving my stuff into my boyfriend's apartment the weekend prior to Hallowe'en. I know... It's a bit fast, and both he and I feel the same way about it, but hey, I was getting to the end of my rope, and my hands were slippery, and I seem to have found a male that actually appreciates me and wants me around.
Speaking of Hallowe'en... I had the most massive sugar hangover in the universe which required me doing extreme measures of "hair of the dog" the following day with the purchase of a Coca Cola and two Aero bars to ease the pressure in my head.
Or maybe it was just another excuse to eat chocolate.
I'm now "Sales Floor Manager" as well as "Assistant Manager" so my workload has doubled. I think I'm handling it with aplomb, however, I'm really really damned tired at night now.
This is the first day off I've had to sit down and WRITE something. Christ, it's even hard to read without ending up reading through osmosis via my face, I get so tired at night. Bed times have changed from 1 am, to 9 pm, if I'm lucky.
Actually, I think I'm going to go and crawl back into bed, and catch up on the sleep that I've been missing.
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