I was reading Derek’s blog and found an interesting Flickr meme which asks that you go to page six of your Flickr photostream and post the sixth picture on the page.  I sure do like photos so I thought I would participate.

This is Gus and Chewy, Gus wants nothing to do with him not sure why they are both furry and whine a lot but as I have said time and time again Gus hates friends.

ps. kitty paws make me happy i could kiss them all day. i love kitty paws.

My flights to North Bay were uneventful.  I was on an old stupid Air Canada plane and so I didn’t have my own T.V but I had my Zune and a paper book that I needed to finish before I could start a new book on my eBook.

We are two hours more north than North Bay and the CD player in the car is broken.  Good thing Rhonda and I are never short for words to say to each other.

The first couple of nights I found it pretty creepy out here but we have the dog and even though we don’t have a gun we can both fire one.

We are working and visiting, more visiting but procrastination is key to accomplishing our real goals.  I’m here another two weeks we need to renovate a room and I didn’t bring painting clothes although you’d never have known it from my seriously sexy outside working wear.  We have some barrels left to move, some more winterizing of the premises and we still need to do some burning.  Rhonda wanted to have a bon fire in the rain and I said FUCK NO I hang out in the rain at home! I feel seriously ripped off, the weather is so Vancouverish right now it is NOT FAIR where is my SNOW! The weather man has said snow is coming two times already.  Fibbers and hope DESTROYERS!!

Rhonda thought I was getting depressed because I sleep so much, nope, I just need my beauty sleep that is doing dick fuck all if I get one more bloody pimple I will be able to pop my whole head, and because I go to bed between 8 and 10pm at home staying up till midnight plus here means I can’t get up at my normal 7ish.  I’m like a teenager I do not operate well on less than ten hours sleep.

I bought a ten dollars even juniors medium hoodie which is making me pretty happy.

Rhonda is a NKOTB fan and went to their concert in Toronto and is going to the one in Vancouver and she plays NKOTB a lot.  My favourite line to hate is one that goes “it’s so crazy she’s like Baby, I’m like Swayze.” The song is called: Dirty Dancing.   BUT seeing as I am an amazing friend I get up and put on the NKOTB for her to enjoy.  Stupid songs keep getting stuck in my head so bad one day I HAD to put my Zune on. Some Tool, some Neko some Madonna a little Marvin and I was okay again until I went to go to bed and just before I put my earplugs in Rhonda yelled out:  “it’s so crazy she’s like Baby, I’m like Swayze.”   - A.S.S.H.O.L.E.

I’ve learned how to make a pretty good bed with impressive corners and I enjoy vacuuming.  People are so strange, I can’t even go into it but I will just say I didn’t have a problem stripping and making beds until I went into one room and checked the garbage FIRST.  DON’T DO IT.  Once I knew what had been done in the bed just touching the sheets was enough to send me off on a totally childish and irrational tangent about semen, wet spots and pubes.

Skaha, Rhonda’s dog, is pretty good.  She is a spoiled brat though and gets her way and I totally wish I were Cesar Millan so I could make her more like a cat or something.  She makes me miss Gus a lot and keeps trying to steal my Chompy.  Chompy already lost an eye once and now he has to battle this dog.  Yes I am 31 and sleep with a stuffed gator.  I brought Chompy [said gator] so I wouldn’t miss Adam as much because Adam gave me Chompy years ago but even Adam is now worried about the fate of Chompy and one of my main goals is keeping Chompy safe.  Rhonda said she was going to get a gator cage for Chompy but I have yet to see one.  I’ll keep you posted on that one; so far Skaha has only been able to bite Chompy’s foot.

We started watching Heroes Season 1 and we are now onto Heroes Season 2.  I made a lot of observations while watching Heroes, and I totally have a new T.V crush.  I have discussed my new found crush on Milo Ventimiglia with my husband and he still loves me so all is cool.  FINALLY I am starting to get Adam to reveal his actress hotties list to me.  He likes Jennifer Love Hewitt. That is all I have so far.

My parents left for Toronto this morning.  They will be there for two weeks, fly back to Vancouver for two days and then they will be officially retired and living in Bali.  They are already officially retired but they are still saying goodbye to family, my dad worked his very last day at ICBC yesterday, he was there over twenty years, I can’t remember exactly how many years over twenty but a few if not a bit more than a few.

I have an aversion to reading instruction manuals I sometimes wish that learning things was just an injection into your brain like in the movies because procrastination and laziness are committed hourly in my life.

My point is that I am still very green at taking photos but I want to post some because I’m sort of getting better at taking them and actually left my apartment on a semi regular basis with my parents here for three weeks.

And whatever, not like it was original, of course I took it from The Minx but I used to ALWAYS do photo posts.

Random photo story time! PLUS you get the bonus of TWO videeeos!

Whenever I think she just CAN NOT GET ANY MORE CUTE-ER-ER she goes and falls asleep in the clean laundry with her head for serious resting ON the pillow like she USES a pillow human style.

While we are on Gus, did I mention she has her own TENT? Can you meow spoiled much. Send all fan mail to 1068 Purr Street please. Tent comes complete with hanging bell and fleece blanket that *she* prefers in her studio fashion box.

I took this photo and I really like it and I thought I was hot shit and like a real photo taker for about five seconds and it was a GREAT five seconds.

I used to work on this street right behind the building where Adam is standing on the other side. When I was Corporate and wore suits and seriously hot shoes. They film Smallville around there ALL THE TIME. And both Fantastic Four movies have ‘major’ scenes set up from where Adam is standing spreading down three blocks, not to mention about a million and sixteen other movies.

I was pretty depressed here whereas I am feeling a TAD bit better NOW so I was just being a JERK stepping on the head of the dude you can’t see because he is under my foot. Adam was polite enough to at least use the bridge to cross the ocean.

If you don’t stay on your own side you will get yelled at or run over some times you have a choice. Due to my balance issues I have the best luck running across the bridge, I find it much harder to not fall into people walking. [Burrard Bridge going South-ish]

Impromptu C.J. look a like contest WINNER!!!!!! DING! DING!

The thing about cons for me is that they are so hard to give up, I’ve had these since 2005 they are being held together with duct tape. I wear loving socks with them but they aren’t going to last forever. *sigh*

We went to a drag show with one of the John’s I know. John Agro is a really great friend, I’ve known John since 1997.

KID YOU NOT I WOULD NEVER LIE TO YOU! This dude seriously, for real serious looked like Patrick Swayze circa Roadhouse. The Queens loved him which took us over the edge. I wanted to fight him, and go Ninja on his ass, but I was wearing my Unicorn socks.

ME: LET’S DANCE!!!!!! or chair dance.

ME: I’M EVERY WOMAN! ps. John started it, good thing Adam caught THAT on videeeeo.

Inspired by Mr. Nightmare/Swayze look a like we watched Dirty Dancing. WHAT A COINCIDENCE I had just bought six dollar leg warmers and felt like wearing my short shorts. [post on just why I wanted to wear those short shorts is coming …. soon] and I danced to almost all the songs and sang them all and I put on a show let me tell you. Sorry you weren’t invited.

*bastard son coming soon

I decided that I needed therapy and not just medication because of my rage, because of my voracious temper. I was getting too old to be freaking out to the extent and regularity I was and I was genuinely scared of myself. I would have black out screaming fits where venomous words would spew like projectile vomit with no memory or vaccine available to me for the damage caused. That does still happen, even with therapy I’m sure the in-laws find it hard to believe I’ve actually sought out help for my tongue. There are of course those who have seen the full extent of what my anger makes me capable of that are still in my life [holy, thank you] and those who have never seen my ‘temper’ have known me for YEARS and can’t even imagine it is in me if I tell them stories of shit I either remember doing but with no words attached or things I’ve been told I said or things I say I don’t remember doing or saying but really do remember I’m just too ashamed to admit to that person I remember and it is easier in those cases to lie. Granted there are also people who have stated they would never ever want to be on my bad side which is not something I’m proud of but I spout my mouth off and it gets me in trouble, always has, maybe always will only time will tell. Even with medication, for me it was not enough I was unable to control my temper and if I didn’t get help either myself or someone around me was going to get seriously hurt physically not ‘just’ emotionally abused by me.
What finally scared it out of me while already on medication and made me take the longest and hardest look I’d ever taken at it was after a fight with an ex where yes he was being a complete and total ass but it did not warrant how badly I flipped out. I’d been bottling things up and not dealing with a few things dating him was part of that bottling I already knew him so I thought it would be safe that he’d be able to handle me, he knew the shit had really gone on but he wasn’t someone who understood anything about depression so really it was doomed anyway. You have to have some sort of acceptance and or understanding to date someone who obviously needs a form of help in life to simply make it from day to day that isn’t illegal. Somehow I worked myself into such a frenzy that I picked up a not empty wine bottle and tried to smash it into the floor; it wouldn’t smash on first hit so I keep smashing and before it finally broke put a hole in the floor and there was still wine on the ceiling that I was unsuccessful in removing when I moved out. The hole I put in the door with a phone on another occasion was covered nicely. I was so mad the wine bottle would not smash as easy as I expected it to that I started smashing the glasses and the beer bottles on the table. Needless to say there was glass and wine everywhere. Now when I really think about how bad this could have ended I get extremely upset. The person lying on my couch could have easily lost an eye or been seriously cut. I cut my feet open in various places because I didn’t care at first and walked over the glass. Some glass grew out months later. I don’t know why he didn’t leave. He would have had to go to a hotel, but still. We broke up a few days later there was just no fixing that and the relationship was already well beyond fixable but what a horrid way to have it end for both of us. We didn’t talk for months.
I feel such shame and embarrassment still today but I’m extremely thankful that nothing worse than throwing a shoe, a coffee pot breaking because I pushed it TOO HARD up to the facet with a sink full of dishes and some screaming in the streets has happened since give or take a minor COMPARED to how it was incident here and there. I know it is in me to be an extremely violent individual so I choose to get help. Weekly. I’m glad to know that being on medication helped it and gave me an opportunity to start to work on it and calm me down but coming off has shown that I haven’t done enough and there is a long way to go and a lot of anger to work through, a lot I either can’t or won’t let go of yet. Everyone has problems I know this but I refuse to make a fool of myself any more like I used to with some sick kind of pride. I really never used to care, it was disturbing. Now I just feel shame. I should go sit in the corner or the box for two to four minutes and think about what I said or did if I’m going to act like a child or an undisciplined hockey player.

This is going to be a fantastic post about doing laundry.

Thanks to Mr. Smynde and Mrs. Laughs we have a coffee pot as of Saturday. The one we had ordered was over and out on special order = never going to come in so we loaded it on the gift card and bought a new one I couldn’t remember what the original one we had registered for looked like and the no coffee thing just wasn’t working for us at all.
I couldn’t leave the house last week because the toilet WAS my best friend. Thankfully that completely one sided and ungrateful for ‘ALL the company’ friendship is over. The toilet and I are now mere acquaintances again. I was nervous on Friday going to therapy taking part in the first test outing. It was also the first day I even HAD a coffee because I was a good little patient and didn’t drink coffee probably only because I could not go as far as Star Bucks but the being a good patient makes me sound better. Although it is a lie a blatant lie one day I was ready to risk going to The Bay to deal with the delayed machine but I decided it was not worth the risk and for good reason- coffee could in fact wait but had it have beeeeeeen here already like before we left I’d probably still be on the toilet and lying to the dr. saying I’M NOT DRINKING COFFEE YOUR pills are crap. I had no idea I was this close to needing a coffee intervention.
The only thing I can’t figure out how to do is once the two hour auto turn off shit kicks in HOW do I stop it? How do I keep it still heating? Adam likes his coffee strong and almost burnt and he drinks it black SO I used to just drink my however many cups and leave it on to over heat for him and shit. I COULD look it up in the manual it is sitting ON the coffee table but for some reason I won’t look, I’m obviously going to make Adam do it or see if HE already knows. He may, he set the thing up and knows how to set the clock even. Ok fine I looked it up I don’t get it seriously now I just feel ‘not intelligent’.

Don’t you really fucking hate it when you do something really awesome for your pet and they totally don’t care? In case you forgot we made Gus THIS Fashion Studio Apartment so she could have her own space and get away and shit. Bunny Bear invaded it on her, bunny bear is an Evil Doer. See HERE. So we thought HEY lets give her a LOFT with the coffee pot box!!!!!! She now hates her once Fashion Studio Apartment complete with cat nip surfacing and padded underlay because WE thinking she’d LOVE IT changed it into this Loft Style Add on ‘Oster’ Accessorized Apartment . She went in it twice she has not returned it does not seem to matter how many times I say GO TO YOUR LOFT she WON’T go. I am going to have to dismantle it. Vive La Fashion Studio Apartment invaded by bunny bear.

Check out this kick ass photo of our BRAND NEW baby approved hand made blanket from Rilah. It was part of our wedding gift. It is gorgeous shades of Pink and Brown with Cream or maybe a White border….which ever we love it! Rumor has it Rilah can stitch and breast feed at the same time I think this makes her some kind of super woman.

We did EIGHT loads of laundry at the laundry mat yesterday in the rain down the street because we don’t do laundry in the building anymore it costs a million dollars in here there is only one machine because Mrs. E. is COMPLETELY sure it keeps the ‘bad’ people OUT [I REALLY wanted to write evil doers there again] to have only one machine that doesn’t even clean clothes it just wets them and spins them out which is ‘doing laundry’ but they aren’t clean hardly ever. So enter laundry mat hot sox normally we only take a ‘few’ loads but yesterday we had to make two trips. The mat was packed and someone was fluffing two feather pillows in two driers. It was amazingly annoying probably close to as annoying as a couple coming in with eight loads.

Congratulations to Aughra and family on the birth of a healthy baby boy!

tuckered out yo.

feast your gammies on these while we convalesce.

scuse me, while i buss this chifforobe.

Both of our stags are tonight. ALL I know is I am being picked up at 3pm.
In honor of this I leave you with this fantastically bad photo of me wearing Vancouver’s Planetarium as a hat. Thank you Adam I really had no idea WHY you kept asking me to move over.