Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Its Summer!!!

thanks for all your "well wishing" on my last post - things are looking worse than the last time i posted - which explains the MIA.

I went to a wedding shower on sunday - for my cousin Big Al....the one with the dog in her wedding - did I blog about that??? Lets see shall we? I did not. although i could have sworn i had.... Prepare yourselves ladies and gents...this one's going to blow you away.

my cousin is getting hitched in August. Im not the biggest fan of her fiance - weve had "words" before - and gotten face to face in anger...blocked each other off FB (the horror!!!)....literally havent spoken more than 2 words to each other since Christmas 2009.

But they're engaged - im happy for my cousin - but as the date draws nearer, the plans are being finalized - and when I heard about the wedding my first thought was "ok, ive got 8 months to get out of going to this thing"....

Turns out they're getting married on a Friday. Im scheduled to work - my manager is off, and one of my coworkers is off - so PP cant make it, until about 8pm...im time for dinner, but I get to miss the churchy bits.

But the best part of this ceremony - is the decision that they've made about who's leading their wedding party. - Their 5 pound Pomapoo...Muffin Top. sigh

Muffin's leading the wedding, and is the flower girl/bridal party. There is a real maid of honor, but the dog is the main attraction....AND not only this...my cousin called the biggest news paper in Toronto, told them about it - and they published an article about her, and her dog.

Who else's family is crazy???

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I can't believe that its already been a week since I blogged. (considering im just coming off of a year not blogging, a week should feel like nothing, but ive noticed)

Im supposed to be on vacation this week - but my grandfather decided that he's had enough of this life, and has found himself in the hospital with a variety of cancers, and its only a matter of days.

So, my trip to Myrtle beach (I decided against sleeping outside on the Apalachian Trail, but will still do a day hike) has been postponed. Nothing better than summer on a hot beach, thats 100 degrees your entire vacation.

I love the heat - I love that hot summery haze, and being exhausted from the sun. Laying around by the pool - with chips, diet coke, and suntan lotion that smells like coconuts. Swimming occassionally - and then upstairs for a mid afternoon nap before getting ready for dinner. Hitting the town for a few drinks and some food, calling it a quasi early night, beccuase you have to wake up by 8 to get the good deck chairs, and have to prepare yourself for another day of laying around doing nothing.

I think - after all of this sadness and stress with my grandfather is over, I shall take a real vacation, and not one thats classified by sitting in the hospital day after day. I'm actually really glad that im off this week, and have that time to spend there saying good bye.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I'll have the Scrapple please...

I recently heard of this edible monstrosity, and had to say that id never heard of it before Monday.
SCRAPPLE -Any guesses??? And no googling...
Scrapple, as the name suggests, is the scrap bits of the pig that didnt quite meet the requirements for hotdog (which I always thought were fairly low on the standards scale).
The left over floor scraps of the pig are deliciously pressed together into a brick of meat that looks worse than spam. Apparently it is best served with Ketchup and pancakes.
What I don't understand...is that if its the bits that NO ONE would eat - why would marketing them together as a brick of quasi edible meat, make it any more appealing.....
I dont know, what do you guys think?

Are we encouraging this - that looks oddly enough like dog food - becuase it utilizes all parts of the pig (there was also a chicken and beef scrapple i believe) - or do we think that the scrap bits of the animal, are best left to be consumed by the garbage?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The Story of Alex

We met when I was 19 (Summer, 1997). He, a radio DJ in Windsor, living in Detroit. Me, a summer student at university after being kicked out for not going to class.

We met, we clicked long story short - we dated until November 20 1998. We didnt see one another very often. I was young and didnt care. He lived in Detroit, and only made it to Windsor for his radio show, and other performances (singer of a band). We saw one another, mmmm....maybe 3 days a week. He talks about music, bands, porn, travelling, and has this obsession with pausing songs and sipping coffee VERY loudly on the air, and has an even more absurd obsession with talking about heroin.

He introduced me to the Psychadelic Furs and I LOVED them. I would lay in bed with "The Ghost in You" on repeat until I fell asleep, and would wake up to it even still. It was perfect - there wasnt anything I didnt like about that song, and for a long time, it was my favorite.

October 1998 - Enter Geoff, friend of Alex's, who also had a radio show. Geoff and myself establish a tight fast friendship, and he lives close, I see him more than 3 days a week. Geoff likes to talk about alcohol, Pink Floyd, concerts, and Channel 99 (White noise) on his tv.

One night, me and Geoff are talking, and he says something about Alex, and heroin - but certainly implies that he is addicted to this drug, and not just a fan of talking about it. I inquire further to find out that its true - Alex has a "recreational" heroin habit.

November 20, 1998. I confront Alex - who admits his favorite past time, and informs me that he injects inbetween his toes, being careful to hide it from the world, never used more than 2 or 3 days a week, and never used on days he was seeing me. This is too much - I dont want to date a drug addict. We break up.

Skip to November 20, 1999. I get a phone call in the middle of the night that says that Alex has passed away of a heroin overdose - a year to the day of the end of our relationship.

I stop listening to the Psychadelic Furs for 10 years.

Im heartbroken, there is no closure and I immediately want to apologize for not being more supportive, or a better person - and forget all of my opinions about sleeping with an IV drug user.

10 years go by, and I rekindle my romance with the Psychadelic Furs and I have forgotten how much i love their music - But I cannot bring myself to listen to "The Ghost in You" for obvious reasons.

I find out in April that the PF's are coming to town. Me and LD decide to go. June 8, 2010 - we're at the concert, and I say "I hope they play the ghost in you"....even though, I sort of wish that they dont. I havent heard it since 1998.

But they do - And hearing that song live, was one of the most touching, and amazing moments of my life. And I immediately felt at peace with myself, and the part of me, that still felt unresolved in regards to Alex, was healed that night.

One of the most amazing concerts...Ever.

No one bothered me at the concert, no one annoyed me - although there was this HORRIDLY drunk man, who was approximately 70, and he kept wobbling into other people, and i swear the guys beside us were going to punch him out. OH and of course, the crazy girl at the end of the night, who stomped on my foot, threw herself at me, apologizing, put her hands on both of my biceps, leaned in and said IM SO SORRY!!! To which I replied - yea, you stomped on my foot, and dont touch me, its hot in here.

She jumped to the side, grabbed some random stranger, switched spots with him, and dramatically pointed at me with both fingers and said "YOURE FUCKING CRAZY!!!".....After the concert ended, me and LD were discussing this - and I said "You know...she was wearing velvet. And IM the crazy one".

Monday, June 07, 2010

Quick updates

I dont even remember the last time i posted - not that long ago....

BUT i'd like to point out the following fact:

I've been back to blogging long enough people!!! Readd me to your lists. and SHAME on you to those who havent yet....

Im off to see Psychadelic Furs and She Wants Revenge tomorrow with the lovely LD. I shall blog about how fantastic it was later this week.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Changing my style....

im bored of this stupid backgroud - and lists on the side....everyone else's blogs are so fancy. Mine is dark and moody.

I dont know how to change ANYTHING on this site - my ex put it all together for me when i started writing it....5 years ago.

And since then, the ONLY thing that ive changed, is the background, but I copied and pasted the blog roll, just becuase I had no idea where it went, or anything like that.

I want a fancy background.....I want a fancy blogroll that says what your guys' posts are and how long ago you updated them. I want a change. Whos going to help me? LOL

Ive been having wacky dreams lately....last night, I dreamed that I wasnt allergic to dyes anymore, and ran right out and got a tattoo - of a big footprint that went diagonally across my left bicep. LD was with me - and when she asked why I got that tattoo (in my dream), I said "i dont know, i didnt really think it through - i should have gotten A Clockwork Orange symbol instead" (Long time readers know that this is my favorite movie...)

Oh well. At least I can get tattoos in my dreams....Now - onward with the tech support.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Day 1 of the list

Its day 1 of my list. and i ALMOST ate a cookie today...becuase I forgot, and as my fingertips were a quarter inch away, something inside my head screamed at me, and i stopped just in time. Hold all applause to the end.

I am ALSO guy free as of today....I kicked out all the bad ones who were pissing me off, and told off all the ones who were dragging their feet in noncommital. This was really hard. I sorta like having the randoms around, but I figured if I really want to take some time to myself to figure out what I want, then this is the way it has to be. Some of them called me some CHOICE words, and there was a dramatic exchange with one of them, but its done. And im that much better off. I think my goal for the rest of 2010 is to determine whether or not there are REALLY any nice guys out there. Like sincerely nice - not just the kind of nice they have to be to get you to have sex with them.

Maybe my standards of people are too high - is it too much to ask to really expect to be treated the same way that you treat people?