Thursday, December 24, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
my parents have finally got it figured out
How do you get your children and grandchildren to come visit you more often?
Get a puppy!
Here is my parents' new black lab puppy ... all at once now, everybody say "awwwww."
Get a puppy!
Here is my parents' new black lab puppy ... all at once now, everybody say "awwwww."
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
fun stuff
Went on a 9 pm grocery store run to satisfy the cats' craving for canned vs. dry food. And pick up something I can eat for breakfast in the morning too; I'm not a complete slave to the cats. Really. Anyway, I came back home, got in just fine, but as I was locking the deadbolt on the door from the inside - (btw, can I just say right now how much I hate deadbolts that have to use a key from the inside as well as the outside in order to open? what if you're in a hurry to get out and can't find your keys? you're screwed, huh?) - the fucking key broke off in the fucking lock. My only fucking house key. Fuck.
On the bright side, this is one of those times when I'm reminded of one of the perks of renting instead of owning (a conversation I've had many times over the past years, btw, pro-con/rent-own): my landlord lives in my neighborhood, and I called him up and then ran over to his house to pick up an extra key. Of course, since both of the doors to my house have deadbolt locks that were locked at the time and that you have to have a key to open, even from the inside, and since I was inside at the time, and since my only house key that I had on me had just broken off in one of the locks, I couldn't unlock a door to get out. So I had to open a window and fucking climb out of it, like some sketchy burglar chick who just robbed a house and is trying to make a getaway. I'm sure that looked lovely to any neighbors who might have happened to catch that action. (Although I didn't see anyone, so hopefully no one saw me. Yeah, I like to use that same philosophy my 5 year old nephew uses: if I can't see you, you can't see me.)
Oh, and btw, there's also another perk to renting: the landlord is going to deal with getting a locksmith over tomorrow to deal with the still broken-off key in the problematic deadbolt lock. So that's something I don't have to deal with myself, at least.
Of course, I have learned one lesson in all of this: I really should work on my whole procrastination thing. Because I used to have an extra key to my house, only I lost it a couple years ago, and ever since I have been meaning to not only get an extra key made again to hide somewhere in case of an I'm-outside-I-need-to-get-in-don't-have-keys emergency, but also get an extra key made to keep inside the house somewhere, preferably close to one (or maybe both, shoot) of the doors, in case of an I'm-inside-I-need-to-get-out-can't-find-keys emergency. Yeah, that's been on my "to do" list, in like the top 10 things on the list, for about 2 years now. So totally going to actually do it now, though.
Yee-haw, what a fun night.
On the bright side, this is one of those times when I'm reminded of one of the perks of renting instead of owning (a conversation I've had many times over the past years, btw, pro-con/rent-own): my landlord lives in my neighborhood, and I called him up and then ran over to his house to pick up an extra key. Of course, since both of the doors to my house have deadbolt locks that were locked at the time and that you have to have a key to open, even from the inside, and since I was inside at the time, and since my only house key that I had on me had just broken off in one of the locks, I couldn't unlock a door to get out. So I had to open a window and fucking climb out of it, like some sketchy burglar chick who just robbed a house and is trying to make a getaway. I'm sure that looked lovely to any neighbors who might have happened to catch that action. (Although I didn't see anyone, so hopefully no one saw me. Yeah, I like to use that same philosophy my 5 year old nephew uses: if I can't see you, you can't see me.)
Oh, and btw, there's also another perk to renting: the landlord is going to deal with getting a locksmith over tomorrow to deal with the still broken-off key in the problematic deadbolt lock. So that's something I don't have to deal with myself, at least.
Of course, I have learned one lesson in all of this: I really should work on my whole procrastination thing. Because I used to have an extra key to my house, only I lost it a couple years ago, and ever since I have been meaning to not only get an extra key made again to hide somewhere in case of an I'm-outside-I-need-to-get-in-don't-have-keys emergency, but also get an extra key made to keep inside the house somewhere, preferably close to one (or maybe both, shoot) of the doors, in case of an I'm-inside-I-need-to-get-out-can't-find-keys emergency. Yeah, that's been on my "to do" list, in like the top 10 things on the list, for about 2 years now. So totally going to actually do it now, though.
Yee-haw, what a fun night.
Monday, December 7, 2009
I'll have some penis with my morning coffee and paper, please.
I love this story - This morning's edition of a Toronto paper "accidentally" included a picture of a guy's penis hanging out. When people realized what was showing in the picture and word spread, the paper fixed the picture on their online site ... but allllll those papers that went out this morning have it.
Imagine being this guy and seeing this picture, and realizing that your penis is in the paper for all your friends and family, everyone you cross paths with on a daily basis, everyone in Toronto basically, to see? Yikes.
When I heard about this, btw, I thought, well surely it's not that noticeable, if the people who picked the photo for the paper, and the people who edited and proofread and printed the paper and everything, all missed it. The paper had already photoshopped the online edition to cover their mistake, so to speak, so I thought I'd missed the chance to see it for myself. But then I found a link to the photo on gawker, where I first saw the story, and whoa ... that's a penis to be proud of.
Imagine being this guy and seeing this picture, and realizing that your penis is in the paper for all your friends and family, everyone you cross paths with on a daily basis, everyone in Toronto basically, to see? Yikes.
When I heard about this, btw, I thought, well surely it's not that noticeable, if the people who picked the photo for the paper, and the people who edited and proofread and printed the paper and everything, all missed it. The paper had already photoshopped the online edition to cover their mistake, so to speak, so I thought I'd missed the chance to see it for myself. But then I found a link to the photo on gawker, where I first saw the story, and whoa ... that's a penis to be proud of.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thanksgiving
So, I mentioned before that there was going to be a hot single man up in the mountains with me as I spent the Thanksgiving holiday with my sister and brother in law and their two kids; a friend of theirs who is going through a divorce, who I met about a month and a half ago and was looking forward to getting to know better over our holiday weekend in the mountain cabin. Turns out I got to know him better than I expected, but on an entirely different level than I was plotting in my fantasies.
I was woken up at 6:30 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning by my sister, who told me she was about to rush her husband down the mountain into the nearest city to a hospital, due to severe abdominal pains that had gone on for hours by that point. I got on up, got the kids fed and dressed when they woke up, broke the news to their friend when he woke up, and then, hours later, got the news from my sister that my brother in law was going to have some major surgery later that afternoon. What a Thanksgiving for them, huh?
My brother in law is doing okay at this point, btw, but he is still in the hospital at this point, as I write this. Recovering from the surgery. Should be home by the weekend.
My sister spent all her time, including her nights, at the hospital with him, helping look out for him and just being with him. Which left me and the hot man friend of theirs alone in the mountain cabin with the kids on Thanksgiving day - three kids: my niece and nephew, and his son, who is my nephew's age. All alone. Well, until my mom came up there to help out with things, that is.
It was a pretty strange holiday weekend, dealing with my brother in law's illness and all the consequences. But the friend hung in there the entire weekend, and I ended up spending a lot more time talking to him than I'd ever thought I would as a result. And in the end it came down to this: I am so so soooo crushing on this guy.
He is adorable. Hot, and adorable at the same time. Easygoing and cool and friendly, a willing to take charge yet also willing to go along with whatever everyone else wants to do kind of guy. Tall, strong. Hot. Tall. Strong. Did I mention hot and tall and strong? Yeah. And sweet as could be with those kids. I never thought the sight of a big strong hot man rocking a little five year old boy to sleep at night then carrying him to bed and tucking him in would make me hot, but man did that very scene have me wanting to jump his bones. (I wonder if something like that, seeing a man nurturing a child like that, makes a woman's inner workings get all revved up, like in a cave-woman "he makes good father, have him fertilize your eggs" sort of way?)
Anyway. Life is getting somewhat back to normal now, now that I'm back home and everything. And nothing physically happened between me and the hot man friend, and I have no idea if I'll ever see him again or not. But I sure do hope I will. Because that man, that incredible awesome unbelievable man, got my internal engines, that had been cooled off for a very long time now, all hot and revved up again. Such that I'm entirely too aware of my body and all the little sensations you feel when you're first really attracted to a person and start fantasizing about getting it on with him.
So here's hoping that this Thanksgiving holiday works out well for all of us ... that my brother in law will be even better than new soon, once he's up and going again, and that I maybe possibly perhaps laid some good foundation myself to get my own life up and going and better than ever again. Soon, if I'm lucky.
I was woken up at 6:30 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning by my sister, who told me she was about to rush her husband down the mountain into the nearest city to a hospital, due to severe abdominal pains that had gone on for hours by that point. I got on up, got the kids fed and dressed when they woke up, broke the news to their friend when he woke up, and then, hours later, got the news from my sister that my brother in law was going to have some major surgery later that afternoon. What a Thanksgiving for them, huh?
My brother in law is doing okay at this point, btw, but he is still in the hospital at this point, as I write this. Recovering from the surgery. Should be home by the weekend.
My sister spent all her time, including her nights, at the hospital with him, helping look out for him and just being with him. Which left me and the hot man friend of theirs alone in the mountain cabin with the kids on Thanksgiving day - three kids: my niece and nephew, and his son, who is my nephew's age. All alone. Well, until my mom came up there to help out with things, that is.
It was a pretty strange holiday weekend, dealing with my brother in law's illness and all the consequences. But the friend hung in there the entire weekend, and I ended up spending a lot more time talking to him than I'd ever thought I would as a result. And in the end it came down to this: I am so so soooo crushing on this guy.
He is adorable. Hot, and adorable at the same time. Easygoing and cool and friendly, a willing to take charge yet also willing to go along with whatever everyone else wants to do kind of guy. Tall, strong. Hot. Tall. Strong. Did I mention hot and tall and strong? Yeah. And sweet as could be with those kids. I never thought the sight of a big strong hot man rocking a little five year old boy to sleep at night then carrying him to bed and tucking him in would make me hot, but man did that very scene have me wanting to jump his bones. (I wonder if something like that, seeing a man nurturing a child like that, makes a woman's inner workings get all revved up, like in a cave-woman "he makes good father, have him fertilize your eggs" sort of way?)
Anyway. Life is getting somewhat back to normal now, now that I'm back home and everything. And nothing physically happened between me and the hot man friend, and I have no idea if I'll ever see him again or not. But I sure do hope I will. Because that man, that incredible awesome unbelievable man, got my internal engines, that had been cooled off for a very long time now, all hot and revved up again. Such that I'm entirely too aware of my body and all the little sensations you feel when you're first really attracted to a person and start fantasizing about getting it on with him.
So here's hoping that this Thanksgiving holiday works out well for all of us ... that my brother in law will be even better than new soon, once he's up and going again, and that I maybe possibly perhaps laid some good foundation myself to get my own life up and going and better than ever again. Soon, if I'm lucky.
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