Happy 30th Birthday Dom!

Tonight is my cousing Dom's 30th birthday party and there's a surprise party for him tonight at Windy O'Neills. I was TOTALLY serious when I said I was going to go buuuuut after my work out yesterday, Kirk getting home from work later than I had thought he would and the fact that I'm working tomorrow at 8AM,I'm pretty much wimping out and not going. On a clear day, It's about an hour drive but on a Friday night? Just after a tractor-trailer had jacknifed on the 401? **shudder** Which is too bad, cause Dom has the biggest sunniest smile EVAR (it's all about the dimples) and I'm sure they're all have a lot of fun right now...sigh...I love being 30, but jeebus, what happened to the days when I would have welcomed any opportunity to party?

Photo Friday Challenge: Family

This is my entry for the most recent Photo Friday Challenge.

family, originally uploaded by the shmoops.

Here's a recent shot of Oscar with his new winter booties.

Yes. I am one of those people.

OK. Now this is a picture of the engagement ring Kirk gave me.



I KNOW.

Photo Friday Challenge: Radiant

I've been meaning to do these photo friday challenges FOR EVER. I'm goin' to try harder from now on. pinkie swear. Anyway, this is our lake.

I wish I could be there. Right. Now.

Heard any good ones lately?

A few moments ago, when I got this joke in my email, I caught myself reading it aloud to Kirk, like I do sometimes. Except he is in Rohnert Park, California. And I'm pretty sure he couldn't hear me.

------

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the
Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.

He asked, "What are all those clocks?" St. Peter answered, "Those are
Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the
hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she
never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice,
telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's Bush's clock?" asked the man.

"Oh, it's in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

Kirk left this morning for California on business.

Oscar definitely knows something's up. He's been extra herd-y with me and keeps whining "Hey, umm...where's Kirk? Hello? C'mon where is he?".

DAMN, I miss him already.

Answer: What the hell took you so long!?!

Question: Marry me?

Yes, friends, after 2 years of being a girlfriend and 5 years of being a common-law partner, I am now officially a fiancee.

The last few days had been kinda strained with all the overtime Kirk's been putting in (working 12 full days in a row is NOT my idea of fun). So we decided that we were entitled to sleeping in on Sunday morning past 8am. I can't remember exactly what we were talking about but all of a sudden Kirk dropped the bomb.

A short while after I said yes (actual answer found in post title), we got up to find our slacker plans had backfired. At about 7am while we were sleeping in, Oscar had taken the largest dump EVAR in the middle of the loft floor. The little bastard didn't even TRY to wake us up.

so here's the problem

I went to see the doctor before dinner this evening about this headache. I was a little concerned about the constant popping in my ears and was afraid it was an infection. No. I just have a whoppingly nasty case of rhinusitis

I'm such a wimp....sniff.

Oh yeah.

Props to the folks at Family Practice Health Centre at Women's College Ambulatory Care Centre. Even though I had to wait a whole half hour to see a doctor. They were able to fit me in at really short notice and are super nice.

Oh yeah.

I also forgot to tell you I finally saw Shaun of the Dead on Saturday.

Go. See it now.

I'm gonna go again on Saturday.

oh i wish i was an oscar meyer weiner...

I've been home from work for a large part of the afternoon. I've had a pounding sinus headache for about two days now. When I feel this crappy Oscar is the only thing that seems to make me feel better. How can you not love a face like this???


Alternative names used at some point in time:
Oscuardo
Scooter-pup
Scootie
Petit Monsieur
The Pooper
Monkey Boy
Puppers
Mister Dog
Squardles
Squardly-buckets
Squarlofo-mofo
and my personal favourite: Dr. Piddles

Deep-fried turkey is DEEEEEEEE-LICIOUS!

turkey, originally uploaded by the shmoops.

Here's what Spencer's dad cooked up for brunch the day after the wedding.

The best part? Watching a dozen guys standing around the pot of roiling oil, giggling like little girls.

Congratulations Anny and Spencer Fowler!

annyNspence, originally uploaded by the shmoops.

On the first weekend of October, Kirk and I went up to Sundridge, Ontario to attend the wedding of Anny and Spencer. I've known Anny since she was born. Both our mums were roommates in 1970 and have been friends ever since.

When we were kids we lived about an hour apart from one another and only really hung out during holidays and birthdays and whatnot. We really became close in high school, where we both attended the only all-french language catholic high school in the Greater Toronto Area. See, both our mums are from Quebec so they had decided it was important for their children to grow up being able to communicate both in English and in French. All subjects were taught in French; Maths, Sciences, History, Shop, Geography... EVERYTHING except for English of course.

When we were rockin' teenage catholic school girls, Anny and I even dated two friends on the same hockey team. Ahhh.....sweet memories.

I had promised myself that I wouldn't bawl uncontrollably during the ceremony (I can be irrationally sappy sometimes). And I didn't. It was later, after the dinner reception and a lot of white wine that I weeped openly during the speeches.

We're all grown up now. I was going to say old...but 30 isn't old is it?

bug killer

A hundred fruit flies on the ceiling upstairs in the loft.

Kirk is also upstairs with a flyswatter.

20 minutes later, Kirk is victorious.

My hero!!!!

i HAVE to see this.

The Yes Men

comissions ROCK!

The opening was last Saturday and was, by all accounts, a success. The place was pretty packed. My parents were there as were my aunt Nancy, cousin Nancy (it's a often recurring name in my family), my brother and his girlfriend. My friends Jen, Trish, Lorne, Natalie, Kathleen and Missy all dropped by.

The most touching moment of the evening, and of my life, came when my father cried openily when he saw the painting I had done of my grandfather. It's based on a photo that was taken around 1942 where he is dressed in his Italian army uniform. Makes me a little teary now just thinking about it. As we all sat around, gabbed and drank really good coffee, I felt like my grandfather was actually there in the room with us. My parents ended up staying right until the folks at Javaville had to kick us out. I think Dad felt Grandpa there too.

Just as things were winding down I was approached by a local resident who really liked my dog portraits and asked if I could do a portrait of her dog. YAY A COMMISSION!!!! Since none of my paintings were for sale, I am very excited about it. Oh, and I also got a commission from someone at work to do a portrait of his daughter. WOOHOO!!!

Pictures coming soon. I'm a lazy ass...

side effects may include mild concussion

Styrofoamkitty's most recent post reminds me of a special time, back when I lived alone. I think it was 1995 or 96 or something.

Anyway, one fine Sunday afternoon, I spent about an hour rearranging the cupboards, as I do at least twice a year (yes, I am that anal) when I decided to start vaccuming the kicthen before I was even finished the other shit I was doing (yes, I am that obsessive compulsive).

I bent down to pull some shrivelled up bit of food that the vaccum was refusing to suck up. Then, I stood straight up whereby my skull cranked full force into one of the cupboard doors from the bottom up.

Next thing I know, I'm lying in the middle of the kitchen floor with my 15-pound cat sitting on my chest, mewing worriedly.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I had the biggest nastiest headache I have EVER felt in my entire life. Turns out I had a mild concussion, and couldn't work the next day for the lightning bolts shooting out of my left eye. I had to tell my manager what had happened.

Though I had considered lying, I was just too exhausted to bother. He almost didn't believe me seeing as only a couple of months earlier I had given myself a hairline fracture in the nose by smashing my face into a sliding-glass door (which unfortunately DID actually happen - but that's another story).

Not that I really cared what he thought of me. He wore shorts and leather sandals to my interview. Oh, and he called me the afternoon before my first day to tell me that he had changed his mind and that I woulsn't actually be starting work atOHNOI'mjustkiddingahahahahahaaaaaaahahahaha..ahem...

Bastard.

SAWEEEET-TAH!

Here's the official invite. I'm first on the list.

Smother me with your sweet love

My grandmother came home from the hospital today. She is having some kind of lower-intestinal issue due to the lack of fiber in her diet. She's OK, but still a little shaken.

Hell, if I woke up one morning bleeding profusely from my ass, I would most certainly FREAK THE FUCK OUT. And I'm not someone's 81 year-old grandmother.

I haven't been sleeping very well. Basically, I'm over-emotional with a hair-trigger, snappy-retort reflex set off by just about everything that Kirk seems to do/not do and/or say/not say. My hormones certainly have added fuel to the fire.

I think he is just about ready to smother me with my own pillow.

damned kids

holy shit

I'm STOKED, yo.

I'm participating in a group exhibition coming up at the end of September for Toronto Arts Week . I was planning to do a solo show, but I just don't think I can handle the pressure of hosting, curating and promoting a show all by myself.

Plus, the timing really blows with the TTC streetcar track "reconstruction" on my street from mid-September to mid/late-October. I don't even want to think about what driving, parking or just plain getting around will be like.

...shudder...

Anyway, I'm heading over to meet the other artists tonight at 7. YAY!

I just about peed myself

This was sent to me by my gay boyfriend Steven.



Dearest Steven,

You'll always be MY favourite fag.

Love,

Your favourite hag

p.s. only 37 days until Talk Like A Pirate Day!!!!

the cat came back...

CRAZY