Today I am getting my hair cut. I always leave it too long and I was looking at some photos from when Rhonda was here and it looks pretty bad in sections. I haven’t colored it in at least a year and a half so getting rid of the fake blonde ends is not easy, my hair is dirty blonde now it likely won’t look like this again until I am 80 something, if I’m lucky.

For some reason ever since I got married I can’t stop watching Desperate Housewives, which Adam bloody hates and already outed me on via Facebook status, not to mention I have no idea what I even see in the show because I am not a fan of the actresses, Teri Hatcher looked WAY better back when she played Lois Lane on Lois & Clarke: The New Adventures of Superman, and I am SURE my father would agree with me on that one, he and I used to watch it together. I don’t feel like a desperate housewife, I really do not want to analyze it too deeply, but it bothers me slightly. I do like Felicity Huffman, she is good, the rest are mostly plastic, Nicollette Sheridan does not look much different than she did when I was addicted to Knots Landing, which quite frankly is scary.

Adam and I have been watching Dancing with the Stars since the first season, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BEAUTIFUL CROTCHES EVERYWHERE, America, VOTE OFF MARIE OSMOND, if I have to see that woman’s crotch area one more time I will scream myself to death. Every time she ‘dances’ and she flashes the crotch Adam and I let out involuntary screams which likely have Mrs. E believing that there will be a baby coming soon, but no, it is shrieks of horror, it FEELS so wrong, it gives me the NO feeling ALL OVER MY BODY watching and being subjected to her area, but it is like a stereotypical train wreck of monumental proportions you can’t look away except to shield your eyes only to find you are peeking out from behind your fingers.

Having a job with no computer is pretty awesome because I am in no way tempted to do stupid stuff that could get me canned. Downside, I don’t get to blog as often. I haven’t done this sort of shift work since the nineties so it is taking a bit to get used to. The film industry was too hard with no car although I learned a lot and I mean a lot plus I’m not saying I will never do it again in the summer the not having a car/retarded hours don’t bother me as much, really what I mean is if Ryan Gosling were to film here I’d be on that set other than that I like being in doors now with ventilated air and heat and stuff, plus I wouldn’t leave where I am now, I’d have to find a way to do both.

Oops did I forget to mention I got a new job?

So now I am bonified Housewife Extraordinaire with permanent part time job. I feel so much better about myself and when I don’t clean the kitchen I don’t feel guilty because I work too. Granted, matching P.J sets and my Sneaky Brim Toque and my pirate/scull slippers are my day off uniform. I am in NO WAY responsible for bringing sexy back as this photo clearly shows. The apartment is freezing, I’ll bring sexy back in the spring. The Sneaky Brim Toque is on a similar status HIGH as my Neko Case T-shirt, it is getting A LOT of wear.

My tattoos are allowed to show and although we can’t wear jeans all other pants are basically allowed. Gus is having some ‘issues’ to say the VERY least with my not being home as much but I am sure she will adjust and realize she was simply taking me for granted anyway.

With my working Adam actually gets some time to himself which he is loving and it makes me happy after the gift of sitting on my ass for so long he gave me. I’ll walk in the door and he has his guitar [a REAL one] on his lap or he may be banging out new tunes on his key board or he’ll be passed out on the couch with the Greeper and I almost feel guilty that I’m interrupting because I can come home for lunch. That last part is a lie I don’t feel bad for coming home for lunch when Adam is home because then he will make me lunch, but I am still down with him having more ‘him’ time.

I wouldn’t call it a problem at all but all the sheets on my bed must match. At all times. There are almost no exceptions, except cat barf, if cat barf leads to sheets not matching it is ONLY because there is no change for laundry. This is for sure my parents fault, they gave me my first duvet and matching sheet set and cover the first Christmas that we were up north, from that day forward my bed has seen many a sheet set, MANY. In four years and one month Adam has already been a party to five different sets and he only had a hand in picking one and a half. Right now we are switching back and forth between brown and black and brown and yellow. The yellow sheet set is left over from the last cover that is not in the rotation. What does this all mean? Nothing really. I just like sheet sets and this post will contain photos of our sheet set, the one that Adam had the hand in picking. I compromised on pillows, we only have four.

You see, Gus is lazy as cats are and there are days when I have made the entire bed with Gus still on it and it cracks me up every time I actually do it and she doesn’t jump off the bed with all the pulling and tucking and folding and it has to be PERFECT! GET YOUR PAW PRINTS OFF MY BED. I’m not that bad, but maybe I am I fluff it constantly. I have considered filming it, I know exciting, but for serious it is adorable when it happens. And then there are the days when the wee Greeper won’t move.

I got the bottom all straight and dragged her around, Adam uses more covers than me because he is bigger.

You can see the protest in her eyes. But I put the pillows on giving her some time to get off the bed because she is obviously situated in such a way that I can not make it around her.

Ugh. She was NOT moving. Sigh. I had to lift her off. OF COURSE she meowed like a baby.

Gus is back, in her happy place, probably thinking about having claws again to rip my face off with and how no matter what she will sleep in that exact spot at 4am.

WHAT A POSER. She must be trying out for Canada’s Next Top Cat.

Lately I have been feeling like I am falling in love with Adam all over again or that I love him even more if that is even possible or something like that and I have been all floating on a cloud like and we’ve been having so much fun lately and laughing more than we already laugh which is enough to keep our stomaches in shape and we had a couple of days where we didn’t really see much of each other I was out with Spockette and then he was out with Pat and Adam normally works Saturdays and I thought hey this is cool I miss him a lot and even though having this Friday night to myself rules and all because I don’t have to endure him taking the piss out of whatever crap show I’m awwwwwwing over I missed him and he hadn’t really gone anywhere.

When I got home from my night out I stayed up late and watched Shopgirl which really wasn’t that bad once you get over the fact you really are supposed to buy that Claire Danes and Steve Martin are ‘doing it’. I was really cold when I got into bed and when I snuggled up next to Adam I noticed how warm he was and was afraid I would wake him up because I was like an ice box getting into the bed but I rested my freezing hand on his chest and pulled my chest up to his back and discovered something I had never noticed before, that my head fit perfectly between the top of his neck and his shoulder blade and there was room for me to tuck in my other arm. I am NOT a cuddly person. I laid there thinking he’d never know I had made this valiant attempt at being not only affectionate but cuddly affectionate whilst figuring I’d have to roll over soon, there was no way I could fall asleep like this and what if Adam rolled over on me and I woke up with my neck and back out and then I was pissed off at my attempt to be affectionate and would have been all WHY DID I BOTHER! But then I woke up and it was morning.

We were watching The Lost Boys again on the weekend, the movie has been coming up a lot lately with the second one being filmed here and the fact that none of the original cast are in it and I can’t even see what it will be about except the obvious, vampires, and I think it is lame they are making a new one and the soundtrack from the original is one of my very favorite soundtracks ever [I sense a Corinna’s favorite soundtracks post coming!] and one of the things that rules about Adam is that I KNOW it must be annoying but he lets me sing all the songs while we are watching the movie and I do air guitar and I rock out and basically bring new direction they obviously didn’t think of to each scene. The Lost Boys soundtrack to me is like listening to a John Denver’s Greatest Hits album I know every single word even though I haven’t owned the soundtrack in years because I lent it out and GUESS WHAT…… I never got it back. [Don’t even ask why I still lend things]. So, this hip gyrating, Tim Capello .gif busting out ‘I Still Believe’ from one of our favourite scenes goes out to you babe.

I can’t really write a post like this without mentioning THREE THINGS.

1. Here is a link to the AWESOME post on how Adam and I met.
2. My parents celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary on September 9th they have only been married 37 years longer than Adam and I. WATCH OUT GUYS WE ARE CATCHING UP!!!!
3. The Funky Bee and her husband also celebrated their first year wedding anniversary on the 9th and it appears that they have had just as fantastic of a start to their marriage as we have.

HOLY I can’t believe it is Tuesday already, where does the time go? I have been pretty giddy since last Friday somehow I got the one line from Barry Manilow’s song Looks Like We Made It stuck in my head and that line would be the ”looks like we made it” part, the rest of the song doesn’t really work lyric wise, but that line mixed in with some humming and stabs at other lines without looking up the lyrics have been ever present to the point I dedicated that song to Adam on Sunday on Facebook for everyone to see because I know Adam hates Manilow and is probably about ready to duct tape my vocal chords. I found a video for the song on YouTube and it had all the karaoke lyrics running across it as well so I serenaded him whilst playing the air guitar. You want romance? I think that about covers it.

The only shitty thing about the whole weekend was that on Friday at around 3pm-ish I started to feel really nauseous and had to go lay down and I only had two hours until my shrink session and just felt ILL so I canceled, I will likely have to pay a cool $170.00 for that but I had no idea what was happening, and then I started to get the stabbing pains in behind my eyes and my head started to pound and I really couldn’t move and I was like DUH how could you NOT have realized that was a migraine coming on, I waited until it had subsided enough that I could maneuver myself off of the couch and into the kitchen to get something for it. Much to my relief it was under control pretty quickly but it was too late for my session. I called Dr. B back and explained what happened he knows about my headaches but still canceling two hours before? I think he will charge me for the missed session, granted he never said anything about it and normally he does so I guess I will find out if and when he hands me an invoice this Friday.

So basically we hung out with David and Iris Eggwhites and we had some Guitar Hero battles and we went bowling on Saturday night and spent Sunday how we spend most days, laughing and enjoying each others company. Just now we are in year two of marriage and almost heading into year five together. It sure does not feel like we’ve been together that long but we have. And I didn’t bust out any wedding photos because they are all on flickr and our favourite one is on Facebook we see them all the time if you want to see them you know where they are I’m just bored with them right now.

ps. This is my most favourite Guitar Hero shot ever. And it is only fitting that I was playing the 80s Encore edition when this was taken. What am I doing wearing that headband for real? Well, I’m retraining my hair growth pattern of course. It is sweet I don’t leave the house in it but I do wear it into bed because I am sexy to the max.

On Sunday I will of course be posting never before seen photos from our wedding or our favourite photos I haven’t decided and probably writing some sappy cry worthy sentences on how much I love my husband and how utterly fantastic our first year of marriage has been. That being said, this post is not about the good times, it isn’t even about the bad times it is about the drunk time and my very first test as a wife and sort of about the really kick ass anniversary gift from my parents.

My parents asked us to pick fifty photos of ourselves, a part, together, out and about, random shots like of the inside of our fridge during the water shortage - that represented our first year of marriage for an album for us. Very sweet. While going through and looking for photos I found the photo in this post and knew it had to go in the album.

At first I thought Adam would be upset with me for including but it quickly dawned on me that I know Adam I did in fact go so far as to marry him so when all was said and done I knew he would find it funny. And the more I looked at the photo the more I thought of that night having all but forgotten it.

I can tell by looking at it that it was taken around late September, this is evident from the scab on his hip area, that is a volleyball injury from when we were in Manzanillo, Mexico at the beginning of September. I can also tell by right clicking on it and checking the properties that it was taken in September 2006 because it says so.

Whenever Adam is working on a building and the roof goes on it they have a roofing party. Adam attended said roofing party and was totally able to unwind. We had stress after our nuptials in regards to costs, almost all of our flowers were wrong, a crap photographer, a $250.00 cake that tasted like gum, the works so it was his first time out with ‘the boys’ so to speak since we’d been married.

He came home and started into his regular routine before he showers after work, he did not seem wasted to me at all, I was probably watching TV or playing Tiger Woods PGA for play station because that game does come out every September and we trade the old one in for the new one every year.

All of a sudden I heard heaving sounds in the bathroom and entered to find Adam in a similar position to the photo only conscious. First of all, in the three years we’d been together at that point I had never seen him sick from drinking and secondly I’d never seen anyone so sick from drinking. I am not good with barf and had no idea what to do. But I was determined to be good strong upstanding supportive wife. IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH. Even if it was self inflicted.

He barfed for so long I didn’t even know people could hold that much barf. It seemed never ending like in Team America World Police. I kept bringing him water but he was spilling it everywhere whilst trying to sit up and at that point could not keep it down and just kept crashing back into the toilet set; I tried to remove his pants to make him more comfortable but I couldn’t move much of his 170 pounds of dead weight. Once he stopped barfing because I couldn’t move him and couldn’t get him to drink any water meaning I couldn’t get any gravol into him either I just had to leave him there with the glass of water next to him and wait. I grabbed a face cloth and cleaned him up best I could and covered him with a towel so he wouldn’t be cold. I checked on him every fifteen minutes to half hour to make sure he was still breathing and not chocking or anything because he was still having barfing spells as well. It took almost four hours to get him to drink water and keep it down, and then drink water and keep a gravol down, remove his own pants and stagger to the couch to pass out until morning.

Through the whole thing I just remember thinking that it was insane for this to have happened only a month into our marriage and that we needed to come up with some kind of exit strategy or way for me to move him in case of a real emergency because I had already proven useless that night trying to move him until he sobered up a little. We have not devised any sort of plan up to this point we will just have to hope that I am the one that takes the first blow from the earth quake or whatever emergency befalls us.

So my dear friends and lovely readers as luck would have it I am going back to work for a few months. If you were around last year you’ll remember this. If not, new readers, I will around on a more sporadic basis and posting less when I had just started posting more again, and my google reader feed is already becoming clogged with blogs that I need to catch up on. Drats. Looks as if this might become an every summer thing for me which would be cool. I’m starting a little late this year. I’m not going to get into to it any further as this is a blog and in this case my categories being randomized helps because I have no idea where the posts are from when last years job had wrapped, for me anyway.

Adam may or may not guest post. He does have his own account on here and has posted before, I’m sure you’ll recognize the difference in style if he does.

1. Gus is still limping but the Hip Action that we give her for the limping/arthritis when she doesn’t barf it up is working really well. She takes it twice a day most days. If she barfs it up it is only once and sometimes she refuses to eat two.
2. Gus loves strawberries. We just discovered that they are like catnip to her. But we have not allowed her to eat any, she goes crazy nutters when we take them out of the fridge.
3. Adam and I got an early Anniversary gift from his Grandmother it was a cook-book which means she stuck with tradition. Awesome. And then a couple days later we both got birthday gifts in the mail and they were shirts and one of them I LOVE I have worn it three times already and it got me thinking about the post I wrote on the ‘Grandma Shirts’ and how Adam wanted to wear his crab shirt from his Grandma, my GMIL. I discovered looking through our honeymoon photos on flickr that he wore it a lot while we were on it and since I wrote it I have been feeling guilty not wanting it to come across as if I don’t appreiate her and what she sends us because of course some of it is total Grandma stuff, she is his Grandma but she pays me the most attention of anyone in Adam’s family other than Adam so I love her a lot and really appreiate everything she sends us, Adam can always use new work shirts anyway.
4. My breasts have almost stopped lactating. Shit, I remember telling Jared at Blogstock that if I got drunk enough that I’d show him. Thankfully I did not get drunk enough. He brought it up man. The switch from Risperidone to Seroquel has gone rather well and I’ve been able to drop my overall dosage of medication by a minimal amount but an amount none the less. It was in fact the Risperidone causing the prolactin increase as all of my blood work and CT Scan came back normal. I still have to go for one more blood test to re-test my prolactin levels, I am sure they will still be higher than normal but not as high as to cause anymore concern.
5. I am not 100% sure how I feel about Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80s I have finished easy level and medium level and five stared all the songs. You get five gold stars if you get 100% in this one too which rules but also sucks for me because I totally OCD out HAVING TO HAVE 100% ON EVERY SONG!!!!!! I haven’t attempted hard level yet but plan to today. I think once I venture into hard level I will have a better idea of how I feel about it. I guess in a way I expected to know more of the songs than I do, that is sort of bothering me. But as usual with this kick ass series of games even the songs I don’t know I found already growing on me when I went back to play the game on easy.
6. I finished reading Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs yesterday and absolutely LOVED IT. I have seen the movie twice and also LOVE the movie, I also own the movie. Now I want to read the rest of his books. Which I’m sure I will do. Now, I am reading Shopaholic & Baby by Sophie Kinsella because I have some heavy books coming up on my reading list and also just as I enjoy mindless movies on occasion Sophie Kinsella does make for some perfect mindless summer reading.
7. Tonight we are going to watch the Vancouver Canadians play some baseball. I have never been to a baseball game in my life, should be good times. I won the tickets through Rebecca and her participation in the 24 hour Blog-a-thon. When she wrote that she was going to be giving away tickets I knew at that moment I was going to win them and became worried that people would think it was rigged. It was not rigged I do not even like baseball. Adam does and it is his birthday on Monday so it is perfect and technically half of my donation was from Adam SO regardless of how you look at it we won far and square.

This photo was taken last July, says my flickr. There was less than two months to go until our wedding, and I was stressed. I would venture a guess that I weighed around 112ish. I know when I went home for my dress fitting almost a month to the day of this photo I was worried that my dress would be to big but I weighed myself at my parents place and found that I wasn’t as skeletor as I thought I was. I was eating like mad around this time as well because I was afraid of my dress literally falling off at the wedding. When I had been measured for it, it was January 2006 and I was carrying some winter weight and did not see it again until the beginning of August when I was stressed to the absolute max and thin like my early 20’s thin, or in a major depression thin.

This is September 2006, I remember knowing I was underweight but being pretty happy with my body for 29, the wedding was over my dress did not fall off, it had fit perfectly. I ended up getting really sick when we returned from Mexico and also fell into a seriously bad black hole of depression. Winter came and I packed away the bathing suits and settled into marriage. Even though I was depressed which means I would normally be losing weight due to anxiety, I didn’t have a lot of anxiety I was just horribly depressed and doing absolutely nothing that didn’t involve the couch. I was basically leaving the house once a week for my shrink sessions and that was about it. And before I knew it I weighed 130 pounds.

This was taken yesterday. To be honest my second time in a bikini this year as I had gone to tan the day before with a girlfriend for a bit, but got better photos yesterday. In June I wrote this post on some of my feelings on my weight and the great weight debate in general and was in a space were I did not feel attractive AT ALL. I started to run and work out on the ball in my apartment, I expressed in the post that I was dreading putting on a bikini this year. Last month I did an interview for Eating Disorder Talk and mentioned I felt I needed to lose another five to ten pounds. Seeing this photo I realize that Adam was right, I was seeing a deluded image in the mirror. I do not in fact need to lose any weight. Yes, I need some toning but I look a lot better than I thought I did. For 30 I’m pretty happy actually. I did manage to sneak in a weighing of myself last week at a friends place and I’m around 125lbs so technically I’m still underweight for my height and age. I’m going to stop complaining about my body now because I’ve likely been driving Adam insane. But your eyes play tricks on you; the camera pressed up into a mirror doesn’t lie. Unless I’m in a state where I am not mentally healthy I don’t really want to look like I did in my early to middle twenties anymore. I would still like to get rid of my millions of chins and have bigger boobs but those are just dreams.

For my birthday this year Spockette gave me a bag with Johnny Cash on it, I carry it a lot. It is the perfect size and fits all of my crap. Coming down the elevator at my shrinks office one Friday a man standing next to me started to chuckle and then said who is that on your bag. Johnny Cash I replied in a curt voice.

Really, that is Johnny Cash, are you a fan, do you listen to him? [No, I just carry a bag with his image on it] He asked me this as he gave me the full up and down pervert look, so as I answered yes I lifted my left hand displaying my wedding band while I pretended to scratch my head hoping he would see it and realize how obvious I was being and stop talking to me. Nope.

The elevator stopped at the bottom and I went to step off when I heard him still talking to me as I walked off, that Johnny Cash he said, I love him, great songs, he has great lyrics, that Walk the Line song. I never looked at him in the face I just nodded and gave a little unhuh.

Really? So you LOVE Johnny Cash but you don’t recognize one of his most infamous photos, [distorted in the picture I took of my bag] and you obviously are not that familiar with his music when you say something like ‘that Walk the Line song’. Sounds to me like he just saw the movie.

‘YOU CAN’T WALK NO LINE!’

I have not fixed all of my archives or categories yet since I moved over to Word Press so I have no idea where my awesome elevator story where some dude was all ARE THOSE MANOLOS to me when I had one of my many pairs of awesome shoes on- they weren’t cheap but they weren’t Manolos. Because I don’t work down town anymore I am not in many elevators which means I normally get to avoid this huge pet peeve of random men/people talking to me but it still happens.

Keira-Anne did a post called ‘The Ten Commandments’ last week mentioning random strangers talking to her as well, I know it is common but seriously does any man really believe he can pick up a women in an elevator? And do you honestly think I want your opinion on anything be it the weather, my shoes, you may just be a friendly person but I, unless I know you or want to know you am generally not. That isn’t 100% true though because I get asked for directions a lot, confuses me greatly because I don’t see myself as approachable but there must be something about me, I don’t know, but I am always nice to people who ask me for directions. And when I am on the sea wall running I do the head nod, half smile at the runners so maybe I am not all bad. I guess when it comes right down to it, it is just certain situations and ’scenes’ in the city that make me go instant ice queen.