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.

Last night I had a brief yet sweet meet up with my BFF from the last half of my grade 12 year in high school. She and her sister went to the Justin Timberlake concert and needed a place to crash. With hind sight I now realize I should have gotten a ticket had I only know because they were RIGHT next to the stage like within get your ass kicked distance if you reach out to far for him tickets that she had extras of and I knew she was selling when she first got them. BUT I am very picky as you know with the shows I see due to my headaches so what can I say? At least I got to see an old friend, she got here around 2:15am I got out of bed and hung out for a bit went back to bed and then got up nice and early and put some FutureSex/LoveSounds on as wake up call music to get them up and out for the ferry. Was seriously awesome to see her even if it was only for a short time.

Despite the nasty headache I’ve had since August 24th I have gotten out a bit more lately as once it sets in for the long haul there isn’t much I can do until it breaks. Yesterday was the first day it didn’t bother me enough to have to take something but then today I had to first because it was bothering me and second I am going to see Holly McNarland tonight at the Vancouver East Cultural Centre.

I started listening to Holly McNarland in 1996 shortly after her EP Sour Pie was released. I was working at Future Shop Music on Broadway and Hemlock at the time and it was a music store only version of Future Shop that is gone now but at the time was known for carrying independent artists. I know they were one of the first stores if not the first to carry Nickelback’s [yes I shudder just having to write that WORD let alone THINK of them] first album Curb also released in 1996 and some of Gob’s earlier releases dating back to 1994 when the original drummer known as “Wolfmam Pat”, a close friend of Adam’s and also a friend of mine was still in the band. Basically the store was pretty hard core into supporting local and Canadian talent in general.

I have seen Holly live twice that I can remember even though I can’t remember the first venue, but I am sure it was with Spockette one of the people I will be joining to see her tonight, I saw her a second time downtown in A&B Sound and due to connections stood behind the stage, met her, had a CD signed that has now been lost but I won’t go there because I just get mad. I vaguely remember a third time. So tonight will either be the third or fourth time.

I expect tonight to be a great show! I am grabbing R and J and we are headed to meet Spockette where we will then gather with others and enjoy some long time no sing in Vancouver McNarland. I probably won’t review it because I write terrible reviews but do check her out!

Also thanks very very very much to John who built me a contact page today! Feel free to contact me or Adam, do it up!

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.

My girlfriend Jenn is really into music, I’d safely say our tastes vary greatly and have similarities, on occasion she will post adorable conversations with her daughters regarding music. The one I have linked to is a quick discussion where one of her daughters asks her the music that is playing, Jenn responds that it is ABBA and her daughter then said that she had thought it was Cyndi Lauper. Priceless and SO AWESOME. But reminds me that I spend a lot of time reflecting on the music of my youth and what I cringe at, what I enjoyed then and enjoy now and stuff that I hated as a kid and now love. Music as anyone who knows me is a major part of my being, I may not have listened to overly good music till I got older but I worked in music stores for years as a teenager and young adult before I headed into college. Or shit bloody travel college whatever. In some ways the music my parents listened to was better than mine and in some it was worse, and of course my parents never liked any of mine or much of mine I should say I have turned them sort of on some artists, I try anyway.

I remember being a kid, real young, still in Ontario and jumping on my bed to Sesame Street records, for as long as I can remember I was never without music with the exception of when I was grounded of course. I got my first walkman the year that Madonna’s True Blue was released and remember my parents having some sort of conversation in regards to whether the tape was appropriate they hadn’t realized what Pappa Don’t Preach was about until they bought it but it was dropped, and even though they never liked a lot of my music they never ever tried to sensor what I listened to, so I obviously got very lucky that whatever conversation they had probably ended in something like she is going to hear it anyway so we may as well just let her walk around the house, plugs in her ears, screeching about being a pregnant mess. Man they must have loved that phase.

I’ve mentioned before that when it comes down to it I am a Northern girl. I grew up camping and shitting off the side of cliffs and we lived out of our canoe on our excursions and portaged everywhere, I think I was put in a canoe shortly after I fit in a life jacket. That is one thing my parents still have from my past and man is it tiny. Getting to these remote locations required a lot of driving. I listened to Tiffany and Debbie Gibson in my walkman over and over at this point in time as well as Madonna and Janet Jackson. My parents were always asking me to turn down my walkman, I’m sure we’ve all rolled our heads back at that parental request at one point in time.

I had a good number of tapes but my parents also had a tape player in the car and so sometimes I would not be able to listen to my music with theirs on. Although there was always music on at home, when in the car there was no escaping what they would listen to aka the music I grew up on. I emailed my dad the other day to make sure we were on the same page with the music my parents listened to and that I was therefore brought up on.

In no particular order:

Barry Manilow - I still listen to him and Adam makes MAJOR fun of me.

John Denver - I LOVE JOHN DENVER. Between my parents and I we own everything he has ever done. I cried the day he died. Also saw him live. We also had John Denver and the Muppets, Rocky Mountain Holiday. I miss that tape still today. But do now own the DVD so all is good.

Anne Murray - Canadian so I don’t ‘hate’ her, but do I like her? No.

The Mamas and the Papas - Don’t listen to anymore and don’t really remember them being played. *HUGE CONFESSION* I owned Wilson Phillips CDs.

CCR - Loved then love now. I remember when my Dad and I were driving to the dump one day a few years ago when I was home for a visit and he decided to test out the truck speakers to CCR being that you know he can’t have that sort of fun with my mom that is like daughter and dad stuff. So we blasted CCR as loud as the speakers would let us and acted like sixteen year old kids with brand new ’systems’ in our vehicles, good times I am sure we looked awesome rocking out.

ABBA - Mixed feelings.

Peter, Paul and Mary - Also saw live, don’t listen to them now but remember enjoying their music.

Gordon Lightfoot - HATED as a kid INSTANT walkman placement on ears whenever my parents would play him and I was convinced they would only play him to make me mad. ‘Three chord Gord’ HAHA. Well, I love the Lightfoot now, LOVE him listen to him on a regular basis. Saw him play with John Denver.

The Eagles - Indifferent.

Elton John - I always thought it was cool my parents liked Elton John because he is part of their generation and mine.

Rod Stewart - I’ll let you guys guess on this one.

Bob Seger - Some of the best drinking music around.

The Beach Boys - oh The Beach Boys, LOVE THEM and love that Big Love opens with God only knows. *HUGE CONFESSION # 2* I owned Wilson Phillips CDs.

Jim Croce - He’s cool.

Air Supply - Can’t win them all. And no I do not listen to them anymore but when their songs come on the radio I still know all the words to the songs. BONUS.

The Bee Gees - I still listen to them. My favourite song by them is Nights on Broadway.

The Rolling Stones - I think even just with the above descriptions this one goes with out saying. YAY BABY PAINT IT BLACK! WOO HOOOOOOOOO

The Beatles - Between my Mom and her sister they have Elvis and the Beatles covered in their youth they saw them. Of course I still love the Beatles I’m human.

Olivia Newton-John - Was my father’s biggest ‘celebrity’ crush I ever remember him having but it was cool my mom had it bad for Travolta. I used to dance around to her stuff on a regular basis. I don’t listen to her anymore but still get physical from time to time.

Elvis Presley - Old Elvis I love, fat fucked up Elvis, not so much. Still listen to a good lot of his music.

Linda Ronstadt - Canadian and good, is on many of my play lists. I wish my parents had have listened to Joni Mitchell as well but I found her on my own.

Bonnie Raitt - Adam and I had one of her songs on our wedding cd.

Neil Diamond - HATED as a kid, can’t get enough of those sequins now though. He makes me want to meet a Kentucky woman.

Roy Orbison - I don’t even know what to say here, Roy has just never done it for me in any way. Shit cept for Pretty Woman, I forgot about that one.

So as you can see I wasn’t tortured, there wasn’t a huge amount of depth, but I did think of probably five to ten artists that were left off the list, Tom Jones for one who I mention because I could have seen him when I was in Vegas in 1998 and STILL regret not.

This is something about my childhood I revel in. My memories of music in relation to my parents are all good and always bring back fantastic memories.

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.

I have had way too much coffee today and done nothing but talk on MSN. Very, very productive day. I have spent time reviewing Wordpress.com and Wordpress.org because I want to switch and both might as well be in fucking Hebrew. Once all my style sheets and upgrades etc. stopped working I forgot how to do everything with this here blog and am now STUCK. I need a new masthead, template, blog template provider, everything but I understand NOTHING. FUN. That is what you get for having someone else set up your blog have it stop running right- the other person who built it gave up so you give up and then you forget everything cept how to put up a post. I do much more than that and it fucks the template. It isn’t that I can’t or won’t learn how to move it and/or fix what I have now it is that I find it all extremely overwhelming and get frustrated very easily. Last week I was in my FTP file [which I don’t even know how to use] and deleted my whole template and had to call my host company to restore it. That is sad I don’t think they are even supposed to do that for me I think I just scare them a little with my eccentric side so they are extra good to me.

I’m sure that was the most exciting paragraph you have ever read on gus greeper.

I’d like to say that Borat is the funniest movie on the planet.

I’d like to say that ever since obtaining Justin Timberlake’s Future Sex / Love Sounds from Terra I can not stop listening to it and have decided it makes me feel old I used to watch him and Brit etc and etc and who I just found out was Ryan Gosling on The Mickey Mouse Club when I was in grade 10. Time people, it just flies.

I’d like to say that Guitar Hero is still ruling a major part of my existence. What happened is Hard level got really hard and I needed a break so I was like HEY I’ll go back to level Easy and try to max out my scores on all the songs. I get four songs in and achieve 100% on the song, thinking nothing of it I return to the main song menu to see that instead of the five stars I had before that look like they are drawn in pencil, I HAD FIVE GOLD STARS. Now, anyone who knows me knows that this meant an INSTANT GOLD STARRING ADDICTION and I had to gold star every song on easy. I am almost done and I have gold starred a song on Medium. Only problem is had I not discovered this I’d likely be onto Expert level by now. It is the game that simply will not stop giving.

I’d like to say that we got a new humidifier. It is a mammoth machine but works better than the one that broke both while it was working and while it was broke but still working sort of. I hate spending money on that kinda shit though you know?

And before I go I’d like to say HOORAY that the Stanley Park Par Three Pitch and Putt is now open with FULL greens but a wee f-you to last weekends weather because the greens were up on Sunday and it pissed rain all weekend so we could not go and I almost cried BUT we are coming for you course this is the year I�m going to Par the course man oh yes it is.

So basically what went down was this, we were watching a show, a bio of sorts, I can’t remember, it was on Elvis and it didn’t seem unauthorized and they were talking about the ‘groupies’ the female ones and how Elvis had a person on his staff that picked out women for him at concerts- as if the KING has time to pick out his own orgy parties, my gawd. And they specified in this piece that Elvis had a foot fetish. Not just one person talked about it various people did, about how the girls’ feet were a big deal.

I turned to Adam completely disillusioned and said something to the affect of- I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!! ELVIS WOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE UGLY FEET?????

I have two hammer toes, one on each foot next to my baby toes. I took this pretty hard. I mean at least let it be that I�m not pretty enough or that my boobs are too small or that I have a double chin, fuck I don�t care just don�t make me feel like a mutant all over again like I did when I read The Chrysalids as a kid. That book scared me. The thought that I could have to live my entire life hiding two toes. Two simple, extremely small, good for nothing but causing extra pain in shoes, toes, I’ve never fully let it go. I’d have spent my life in constant fear always looking over my shoulder, never taking off my socks, THE HORROR. And now I find out HAD I have been alive back then and HAD I have gone to an Elvis concert determined to bed The King, I’d have been kicked out on my arse for my bloody FEET.

As far as I know we are all allowed to dream and although one of my dreams has never been to sleep with Elvis, I was born the year he died, I was devastated and also shocked that Adam understood my pain, I didn’t ask WHY I just went with that one but getting over this won’t be easy. I don’t know why I care but I do. I blame it on The Chrysalids that book can fuck you up man and make you think Elvis would have slept with you when in all reality you weren’t even born and never wanted to sleep with Elvis anyway.