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Kirk's mum and her family usually have a get together a few weeks before Christmas (holy crap it's only a month away). It's usually some kind of potluck affair...but this year, we went to the Mandarin.
'Cause nothing says Christmas like a north americanized chinese buffet. Shit, I can't believe how busy that place gets on a Saturday night...but I guess when you live in Barrie, there ain't much else going on. I couldn't believe how much food people can pack away at that place. Homer Simpson would be proud. I'm still full.
I'll be taking Oscar to the vet tomorrow. He's got this weird rash around his puppy crotch area so I'm thinking it might have something to do with his little bladder control problem. I hope he's OK, and that the vet bill won't be too expensive.
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 11:51 a.m.
This morning Kirk and I woke up around 7:30, we let Oscar out of his crate (yes, he sleeps in a cage) and the first thing he did was run over to our couch and jump up on it. The second thing he did was pee all over it.
He did the same thing last Saturday when Kirk's parents came to stay with us, except on the floor. I'm going to keep a close watch on that little sonofabitch cause I want to make sure there isn't anything medical going on. Personally, I think he's just being a dick because our schedule has been all over the place. We shall see.
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 1:40 p.m.
This morning Oscar barfed all over my bedroom floor. The dumb mutt decided to scarf down all his morning food before Poupee The Glutton (the cat) got into it and ate it so fast it upset his tummy. As I was scrambling to clean it up and make it to work on time, I smashed the side of my head into the corner part of a wall. I now have a lovely egg shaped bump. It actually sounded like my head cracked. It didn't but it sure sounded bad.
This has happened before.
Back in 1996/1997, I was living alone around Avenue Road and Dupont. Was a work evening, and I decided to vaccuum my kitchen where I had neglected to close all the cupboard doors. I was leaning down to pick up a scrap of something, and stood up. The corner of one of those cupboard doors made contact with the top of my head and the next thing I knew I was lying on the floor and the Poupee was sitting on my chest meowing at me.
Oh...and there was this other time when I woke up at 3 in the morning for a drink of water. Kirk and I had moved in together a few months earlier into a 1 bedroom apartment in a swank hive-type building on Bay Street. We had a 2nd room off of the living room that was all windowed and termed The Solarium. Well, the window in that room was usually open to get the air ciculating, but that night it was freezing, so I decided to close it. I took one step into the room and slightly fractured my nose by smashing it into the closed sliding glass door that enclosed the room. I ended up with 2 slightly black eyes. Of course no one believed me when my response to their "What happened?" was "I walked into a door"; including the doctor at the walk in clinic who checked it.
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 4:30 p.m.
HOLY CRAP! (said a la Peter Griffin)
It's Tuesday already.
I feel really stuck lately. It's like I'm on the verge of a major transition in my life. I can feel it happening beneath the surface but I just can't make it all make sense.
My job is kinda boring. I do office administration and bookeeping. You know, pay bills, track expenses, invoice clients, keep things tidy, filing, opening mail, collection calls, and anything else that my employer needs me to do around here. I never had any formal training in this area but am an organizing freak and love to help people solve problems, so it seems to work out well. I'm also helping my employer plan the next big move with her business. We get along great so it's pretty painless. I'm also learning lots about the ins and outs of running a small business. One day, I would like to be doing all this stuff for my OWN business.
I just want to make art and stuff all the time. On the weekend, Kirk and I found 2 whole series of craft/crocheting/sewing encyclopedias from the late 70's - about 40 volumes in all. So I have a lot of planning to do to start using them to make stuff that I can give as gifts for holidays and birthdays and stuff...maybe even sell. Then I want to plan to do something with all of my digital photography and artwork, even if it's to get more of it framed and up on the wall. My goal with these is to do some kind of show/sale with it - at some point - maybe next summer. i'm going to also try and get out and see more art - try and soak it all in - find some inspiration.
Things with Kirk are amazing. We have our good and bad days like everyone else, but the good days are starting to outnumber the bad - which is a major shift - compared to the first 2 years we lived together. We're both learning to compromise and communicate in a way that doesn't hurt ourselves or the other person, which makes things more light and fun when we need it to be. PHEW! For a while there, I think we were both convinced that it might not work out. It's been 6 years now, and we're finally realizing how lucky we both are to have each other and that there's nothing we can't work through together.
All this, plus taking care of a dog that is more like a person than a pup, spending time with my family, trying to eat well, work out, blog, go to massage therapy and trying unsuccessfully to keep my home clean, I have very little time left over to spend with friends - who I love dearly and miss like crazy.
When I was in my early 20's it was easy...but now that I'm quickly approaching 30 it seems impossible...sigh...30...I'm not sure what to feel about this upcoming birthday (it's in February). Part of me feels like this is just another year, but everyone else I run into seems to think it's super important. Maybe because it's the beginning of a new decade in my lifetime. I wonder how much that has to do with how I'm feeling over all.
Maybe it's just me, but it seems like a lot of people I know/meet who are roughly my age are going through similar changes in their lives. What do you think?
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 11:56 a.m.
So I can't friggin believe that my last post was on Monday. Christ on the cross, what's going on?
Well nothing much really. Things are picking up at work. Since I'm only there 2 days a week, I kinda have to pack it all in... the days usually go by super fast. So fast that I haven't spoken to my grandmother yet this week. DAMN. I tried to interrupt her weekly routine last week, by offering to take her grocery shopping with me last Friday, but NOOOOO...she wouldn't do it. My aunt (who lives with her) says I should keep trying. Grandma needs to get used to changing her routine. They'll be moving in a year or so from Willowdale to Brampton, where she'll be living in my aunt's house...instead of the other way around. But she's been living her life with the same schedule for years. But her body just doesn't function like it used to with her arthritis...sigh...poor grandma, she's 50 on the inside but 80 on the outside.
I wonder what I'll be like when I'm 80 and my granddaughter (will I even have any??) forgets to call me.
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 12:31 p.m.
Kirk and I spent most of this past weekend by the fire. I've been a crocheting maniac. Over 2.5 days, I've made 4 hats and 2 scarves. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I'm not going to post pics of them just yet 'cause most of them will be given as Christmast gifts.
I have a whole trunk of yarn (yes...I said trunk) that I've promised Kirk I will use before I buy any more. Buying the materials is just as fun as making the stuff. I'm like Homer Simpson at an all-you-can-eat buffet in yarn supply stores. It's a feast of colors and textures that just sucks me in. Choosing is always a little chaotic for me. I just want to take them all home with me.
Plan to do some more as Kirk and I continue our co-dependant lifestyle currently obsessed with Buffy - Season 5.
Pooped by poopee shmoopee at 9:06 p.m.