The YouTube description: a stimulating, revealing and in-depth conversation between husband and wife where the husband doesn’t know he is being recorded. And I’m apparently accepting chest bumps.
Was trying to get cutesy video of Gus acting like a nutter and licking Phaedra’s sock covered feet. Gus, I don’t know why, but she likes to lick things; soap, windows, floors, clothes [clean and dirty]. She’s a licker. You’d think because I like to take a lot of random photos that Gus would be used to the camera but she hates it. It is amusing to watch, she will be doing something cute, I will reach for the camera and she’ll stop, generally she’ll even leave the room. I have learned some tricks with still photos but if she doesn’t want her photo taken that’s it she leaves. No surprise that when I wanted to film her she stopped licking the feet and wanted nothing to do with any of it, she didn’t leave the room, there was TOO MUCH OVER ALL EXCITEMENT happening at that moment. Maybe she was feeling overwhelmed?
C.J had called us on Skype and I didn’t want to get him all excited so I didn’t mention he had caught us within an hour of Phaeds coming over incase she was late or it was one of those just checking in on me five minute chats. Worked out that the three of us were still gabbing away when she arrived. I snatched this video of Gus being Gus I guess, and four people speaking about spicy topics all at the same time. I’m not going to ruin it for you other than to say that Gus is the star and it is cool that Phaeds joined the conversation some of her spicier bits got cut though.
On Monday when I was on my way to see my psychiatrist I walked down Thurlow on the way to the city centre skytrain station because it was pissing rain and although I generally walk over to see the shrink, not in THAT heavy of rain I don’t, anyway I noticed that Cupcakes had a radical Owl display and instantly thought of my girlfriend Tiana who I will FINALLY get to meet in 2011 when she and her husband and a wee Hurricane come to Vancouver and Brent (her husband) will kick my ass at Guitar Hero, bad, it’ll be awesome. I wanted to take a photo for her but didn’t have my camera. When I got home I twittered her to tell her that’d I had been thinking of her and had seen the stupendous window display. She asked me to take a photo for her and I said I prolly would.
There is a small back story here, Tiana likes cupcakes, and I had sent her a re-useable bag from the distributors of the cupcakes at least one year ago now, bit longer maybe.
Today I went out with the sole purpose to take this photo because I’m having the can’t get the fuck out of the house I’m a hermit blues again. Lovely. But I am still trying to make it out and it wasn’t raining for a split second so I thought fuck it, I’ll go get the photos.
I can’t wear my wellies anymore they are shot to shit I got them in 2003 before they were cool to everyone and their mother, granted here it doesn’t really matter everyone should have a decent pair if not even a stylish pair of wellies, I quite frankly want a pair of Hunter wellies to replace my shot pair. I wore my knee high boots instead I have black leggings on today so it worked and with my black you can call it a trench coat if you don’t know what a good one should like I didn’t have to worry about my ass. I get paranoid in my black leggings ever since this happened (link).
When I got home I found myself stuck in my boot, literally, these were tailored when I got them as I have chicken legs and so they have extra lining exposed and the zipper got caught in the lining WHICH in all the years I’ve had them I’m realizing I bought them in 2000, has never happened and so I ended up making VLogBlog Five as well for your viewing pleasure.
Last Thursday my Yoga instructor Sandra told me that there was a new beaver down at Lost Lagoon, a rescue beaver, and that I should go and see it, I asked where it was but she started in on a beaver voice about the beaver because a crowd of Yoga attendees had gathered around to hear about the beaver and left out where around lagoon he/she was hanging or I missed it which I probably did. And of course it wasn’t lost on any of us that said beaver could have already made his/her way over to Beaver Lake, just one body of water north of Lost Lagoon.
Yesterday we went on a mission to find the beaver but we came up short we did not see the beaver. We did see;
Sincerest apologies if I have missed any animals that we saw, literally. We realize those aren’t the only animals that exist down at Lost Lagoon.
I am always looking for times to work on taking photos so I did take some standard photos of the regular animals we saw and so did Adam we have to trade back forth on the camera which is a pain in the ass but there are worse things in life. [his photos in this post will all be credited to abcIV]
This photo that he took is the creepiest shit ever he said “I knew you’d love it when I took it” well, I do love it but it is still creepy. Just add some night goggles make it night and that is straight out of Silence of the Lambs that IS Buffalo Bill coming for me. And the funny thing is that the photo following I don’t even know he has taken the creepy photo I am just annoyed because I don’t have the camera.
It started to rain on the mission so we didn’t get photos of the baby Canadian geese and the baby ducklings. They were adorable but we were on mission Beaver Hunt 2009 anyway.
My allergies didn’t bother me till later when we got home it was nice of them to hold off on the inevitable attack. I am SO IN LOVE with my Neti Pot. [more on that at a later date]
I am not good and speedy enough to catch the good shit yet but the swans are horny fuckers right now and I was running around the Lagoon while one male chased a female down running across the water sort of like Jesus [in movies I've seen] would and tried to copulate with her but she was NOT in the mood he backed off pretty quick which was annoying because I wanted to see them get it on.
Made another VLogBlog busted out the Guitar Hero and I warmed up on expert to Schism, Tool and I’ve never even passed that song on expert and I fail at 98% but I’d watch it anyway. We’ll film a song I rule at on expert soon enough.
I discovered today that I haven’t blogged in a seriously long time. Which on one hand I know is fine because it is one less blog coming through your feed but on the second hand I get all backed up with word head and walk around because I walk every where I go unless the weather is HORRID, writing blog posts in my head and talking to myself in blog post speak out loud and then forget what my word head post was about and I don’t end up posting or I have so many word head posts I don’t know where to start because I did have writers block, sort of, still do but things I would tell the internet are starting to come back.
It is pretty bizarre being in a place where I’m so depressed I’m suicidal sally but scared to post just how bad I feel in fear of someone phoning emergency medical services on me which wouldn’t be bad so much as it would be just a waste of time, Adam is here I have a psychiatrist but I’m running into my honesty for example on my outwardly violent PAST being used against me to a point that has made me for the positive re-evaluate a lot and I mean a lot of things and it has made it hard to post. It never ever used to be that way.
It is hard to be so depressed that you picture and see yourself dead every day I wonder how I get that low it seems almost impossible to me to feel so good one minute and just want to slit my wrists and have to hand the razors to Adam as I finally get in the shower with tears streaming down my face hating hating hating feeling feeling feeling too much pain.
I was thinking how, come August 2007 I will have been chronically pretty severely depressed for two full years, it blows my mind I haven’t felt good for more than approximately five days in a row since 2007. And as usual I recognize I’ve got a good husband and I’ve got a good cat and I’ve got good friends it is my bloody rubbish head you see it just won’t let me be me at times that subsequently work for me. I lack balance and structure, I’ve had them both, I LOVE lists and have a day planner and then I let them slip away just like when I’m feeling good it’ll be two pm plus and I’ll remember you need drugs to keep feeling that good take em honey or it won’t last the rest of the day let alone five. (hopefully more this go)
I’m taking the good right now, I’ve managed to get back into Yoga but with it being tax season I won’t be officially back till Monday, I got all the tax shit done wanted to drink Drano when I saw what we owed after I’d worked my ass off giving the stupid damn government our money all year, we’ve been golfing as shown below and on my flickr, I’ve been speed walking and not experiencing ANY I/T band pain which is awesome I’m trying not to get too excited because I REALLY push myself when I walk and I walk long distances and if the I/T band pain stays away and I can run FAR at FAST paces again OMFG I will be the happiest girl on EARTH. I’ve also managed to pack on at LEAST 10 to 15 pounds – I am ecstatic, three different people have told me I look good and fit and I BELIEVE IT! My tits and ass are hanging out of my bras and panties and seeing as my clothes have been falling off for almost a year I’ll fucking take it. I think I’ll be fine with my bras mini cleavage on the mini rack is great but my butt not fitting in my underpants only works for Adam’s viewing pleasure.
In closing I made VLogBlog three yesterday on Earth Day, I am wearing triple green, sports top, v-neck t-shirt and snazzy Asian slippers from China town. I’ll give you the set up: I attempt a taste test with Gus, containing Whiskas Dentabites Complete Oral Care and Feline Greenies. She is too old to be put under for a teeth cleaning and she hasn’t been as excited about the Feline Greenies which are the fancy ones. Hence I decided an experiment was in order.
And before I go I am very much in love with this old quote:
I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
— Marilyn Monroe
The inevitable happened we golfed and we underdressed and were cold and Adam looked at me like I was the worst person on earth when I said I can only play nine holes baby while I could hardly hold my club because my right hand was so cold. Look, I said, I am only wearing my glove to hold my wedding band on THAT is how cold my hands are while he stood there shivering. Seriously.
For the first time out and considering we only played once last season we both did pretty good, I actually won by a stroke but who’s counting.
On the second hole some guy hit me with his ball, his first shot didn’t go well so he was trying to chip it onto the green and sliced it into my leg there was a little sting but I played it cool and then his friend said well at least if you are going to hit someone with a golf ball you hit a cute girl or something and then the girl standing in front of me waiting for her group to tee off turned around and gave me her dagger eyes which I didn’t understand, what you want to get hit with a golf ball?
You can’t walk very far in the good old West End of Vancouver without walking into a raccoon or a raccoon family or a couple of raccoon families hanging out they are everywhere and they LOVE the golf course. The skunks do too, they’ve had to take A LOT of brush out of the lush greenery of the Stanley Park course because those little buggers hide in there and the skunks spray AND bite the tails off of the raccoons. THAT I’m not 100% sure about but this raccoon that I ran into on the 7th hole was missing his tail and I’ve never seen two raccoons go at it in a negative way so I’m leaving it up to assumption that just maybe a skunk ate it.
He was all over climbing the trees it wasn’t just me being a moron and bugging him, I was trying to figure out the stubby tail.
Also made Vlogblog Deux for you, it is an epic forty seconds of the best amateur golf commentary on my putting from yesterday that you’ll probably find anywhere.
I’ve decided it is time I start doing Vblogs. Or for you old schoolers like me, video blogging. I never call things what they are I’ve already started calling it a Vlog or a Vlogblog and I mentioned to Adam that V could also stand for Voice.
