Apr 28, 2011

Thursday Feels Like A Friday

Dave and I woke up late this morning.  Again.  And we also both woke up cranky.  Not outright cranky, but under the surface cranky.  

The kind of cranky where you are both obnoxiously too sweet/ annoying, and you don't want to get into a fight, but you are waiting for the other to throw the first punch and then you can go postal.

Kind of like that.

So sometimes, when I know he is cranky, I mask my asshole-ness as 'love'.  I will physically poke and prod and pull and jump on, and hey look at me! Aren't I SO cute when I tickle you incessantly when I know you want to break my fingers?

So then Dave, just as over the top sweetly, will remove my hands from his various body parts where they are twisting (nipples) and poking (ass cheeks) and pulling (side fat), and smile and ask me to please stop.

Only I won't.  And his sweetly removing my hands turns into him curled up into a weird twisted human thing to try and protect his parts from my maniac hands.  He will resemble a science experiment gone wrong and I will ask with disdain, "Why are you laying like that?".

This in turn will result in him asking me 'how much I like it' while he pokes and prods and twists my bits, and results in me yelling, "OK STOP!", after negative three seconds.

This is what happened this morning.  It went on for WAAAAY too long the way it usually does, until we called a truce and hugged.

Until he whipped his rolled up ball of socks at my face me as I was walking down the stairs. 

OH YEAH?? I picked them up and whipped them back.  And heard a loud wet plopping sound.

I had thrown them into the cat's water bowl.  Oops.  


Apr 25, 2011

Rainy Monday Photo Dump

Woke up super late today, as usual.  Man, it's a good thing I have a job where I can (sort of) go in whenever.  As long as I work my 8, you know?  I think they just turn a blind eye to it, and thank goodness they do, or else I would be a bum!

So Easter weekend.  Dave and I went up to his mom's for dinner on Friday.  We rented a car and I am so glad we did.  I am coming to the conclusion that I can't do the weekend stay over thing anymore at my parent's.  Love them immensely, I just can't do it.  We need a car of our own.  This is what I have been thinking about these days.

I passed out in the car on the way home.  I didn't even have any turkey.  I was just exhausted.  I woke up that morning and did a day's worth of work before Dave even pulled himself out of bed.  Felt good, but as we were leaving Dave's mom's, it started snaining (raining and snowing!), and the combo of the car and the snain knocked me out.  Sorry Dave.  At least you got to listen to Frank Black the whole way home without me making faces right? 

Then we had to get home from where the Zipcar was, and I decided to go out into the world like this.  I am my grandmother, through and through. 

Saturday morning was nice.  My parents (my entire family really) decided not to do anything for Easter.  I okayed this decision whole-heartedly.  I needed to chill out. Also, I had to go to the Eaton's Centre to have my brand new iPhone 4 replaced.  I had upgraded 2 days previous and after I got home I realized the camera was broken.  So annoyed.  So then I had to make an appointment with a Genius, on a Saturday, at a crazy busy mall, after a holiday.  Sigh.  Anyway, we enjoyed a nice fridge emptier breakfast beforehand: breakfast sausages and feta on toast. MMMM.  
Dave did his piano/ theory homework while I made breakfast.  He is taking his grade 8 piano and Advanced Rudiments of Music Theory exams in June.  He doesn't feel ready.  He will do fine.

After having a relatively painless appointment at the Apple Store where they replaced my dud phone with a brand new one, we went out to eat at the Pickle Barrel.  Remind me never to do that again.  Ugh. I haven't been there in a long time, and the food is not so good anymore.  I remember when it used to be...or maybe my taste's have changed.  When you order and your food comes in less than five minutes, that says something right there.  The pictures are super shitty because the waitress was making me nervous.  She saw me taking pictures and she swooped in and frantically asked if everything was okay. Holy...it's fine.  I had a yucky stir fry, Dave had steak.  Blah.

I decided to wear a bright yellow sweater to work today, to brighten up my mood. Look at the weird yellow glow in this picture.  I am radiating sunshine.  I knew the rain was coming, I had a terrible headache all day.  No amount of water would make it go away.  It was almost a pill popping kind of headache, and I never do that.  The less pills I put into this body the better.  They make me feel all funny.

The walk home was actually sort of pleasant.  Today was one of those warm-ish Spring rainy days I don't mind so much.  You can almost hear the flowers growing.

Someone needs some Vitamin D.  And C.  And maybe a little B.

This house is crazy.  I want to live there.  There are some pretty neat houses in the Junction.

And I leave you with a random picture of myself, with a 'sugar' skull.  Only it's not made of sugar.  Ugh.  Okay, I am done.

Happy Monday!

Crazy Brides, Yes. Crazy Bridesmaids Though?

So it's no secret that I am not all about weddings.  What am I not all about? Well, the whole thing really.  The spectacle, the expense, the complete and utter CRAZINESS of it all....

Don't get me wrong, to each their own.

For me though, I'd rather skip it.  Thank god I found someone who feels the same way.  We are not concerned with getting married.  We are concerned with the happily ever after.  Again, not that there is anything wrong with it.  Weddings can be beautiful and I understand what the symbol of it all means...it's just not for me.

I never really understood the term 'Bridezilla', until I started watching those shows on TLC like Rich Bride, Poor Bride.  I figured that those women (and sometimes men) were hamming it up for the camera, making themselves seem worse than they really are.  

All of my friends who are married did not involve me in any way with the preparation of the their weddings (thank goodness! I would be a fish out of water), except to tell me to show up and eat.  So I was not aware of any of them going crazy before their weddings.  

But lately it feels like people are getting married all over the place and I have to listen to their wedding preparation horror stories.  You would think that getting married was the WORST thing to happen to them ever.  And I guess my question to everyone is: is it really worth it?  The one day of spectacle and expense I mean.  Is it really all worth the MONTHS of crazy that soon-to-be brides put themselves through?

Anyway, my sister is a maid of honor in her friend's wedding in June.  And can I just say that I never knew a maidofhonorzilla even existed.  It seems like all we talk about these days is the wedding, and ALLLLLLL the drama that surrounds the wedding (love you Krista!).  It's enough to drive me crazy and I am not even involved in it!

Okay, but the one thing that blew my mind about the whole thing is that all of the bridesmaids, the bride, and my sister bought their dresses two sizes TOO SMALL.  WHY?  Why would you add the extra stress and craziness to your life?  Why wouldn't you just buy a dress that FITS?  I don't get it.  I don't know about you, but when I am stressed out, I eat.  Seems smarter to buy your dress a size too big.  Am I the only one with a brain, or do weddings rob you of such thought processes?

I get it, they all want to look good.  But when they don't lose the desired amount of poundage and it's days before the wedding, what then? 

Man.  Good luck ladies.

Apr 20, 2011

Sunny Days...

In homage to two weekends ago, when Spring was here for a breath of time (it has been snowing/ raining for a week now), Dave and I went on a long walk to one of our favourite places in the city to get ice cream:  Bloor West Village.

I knew the day was going to be great when I walked outside of my house and saw that my neighbors had strung a spring themed paper chain across their fence.  

I had to have some sustenance before we did all that walking.  It is a good solid half hour walk to Bloor West from the Junction, but with the two of us, we make it much longer because we zigzag and take a lot of detours.  This is why I like going to Bloor West for ice cream in the Summer.  You pretty much walk off all the calories before you even consume them! 

Hi I just woke up here.  Literally.  We passed a church and I oohed and aahed over the grounds and how inviting they looked. 

Except they are not.  Not unless you are of the God-fearing variety.  Look at how sad that makes us.

I love Toronto in the Spring.  Winter is so dreary and full of doldrums that I love when Spring shows itself.  The streets are clean of slush and muck, and it is still cool enough to not want to strip off all your clothes and walk around looking like a crazy person like in the Summer.  Don't get me wrong, I love the Summer.  I love being deathly sweaty and gross looking 24/7.

All the houses on the way to ice cream are gorgeous.  I often wonder what people have to do for work to live in a place like the one below.  Because here in Toronto a house that size could easily go for $800,000-$1,000,000.  Like I will EVER be able to afford something like that.  

Sigh.  Stairs like that mean you have money.  Stems from the old days when rich kings and queens wanted to look down on the commoners.  Still means the same thing I am sure.  Where can I get me a house that is higher up than everyone else's?

These kids were adorable.  No lemon-aid stand for them, no sir.  They played those instruments like it meant the world to them.  I love it when kids actually work for their money.  Many kids are just handed an allowance and never learn the importance of working for the money.  So I had to give them some cash.  How else will they buy their tear jerkers and clackers?  I totally just aged myself.  Don't click on those links.

Flowers at Bloor West!  Yessss!  Oooh, I like that girl's boots!

Instead of ice cream this time around, we went into a DEE-LICIOUS sweets shop called Sweet Flour and we got frozen yogurt instead.  Since I am severely lactose intolerant and yogurt is not as hard on a person as milk or cream are, I thought it would be a nice change from ice cream and holding my belly in agony and wanting to curl up into a sweat ball and dying on the side of the road.  Oh, and shitting my pants.  That too.

Mine! All mine!  I am going down in a blaze of chocolate and empty calories!  Oh but it was so freaking good.  Of course Dave had to get the healthy option.  Freaking healthy people who don't have to work at it.  It is like a constant battle in my life not to deep fry everything, or open a candy shop and be my only customer.  Sigh. 

Accidental picture. Look at how much I am concentrating on getting that spoon into my mouth.

It was so busy on this day it was hard to get a picture without involving a million people's faces.  The first beautiful day and people come out in droves.  We are all pale and still too over-dressed, and we walk around in wonder like we have never seen the sun before.  It's great.

Cool door.

Makes me miss Summer.  Even though I know it will be so hot I will want to pass out in a lake, and dirty sweat will appear in odd places on my body, seeing the sun in these pictures makes me excited for it.

Let me leave you with a picture from my first Summer here in Toronto.  Six years ago almost...wow.  This was back when I worked in a coffee shop and my paycheck only covered my rent.  I had a little left over and that went towards my beer for the month.  At least I had my priorities straight.  I miss those days!

I hope that all of you who are experiencing Spring are enjoying it!