Before I forget to document this at all, I have to tell y'all about my most recent Porthos' Hilarious Hi jinx story.
Thursday night of last week, I was sitting at home on the computer, playing iLike Music Trivia on Facebook. I'm the next best thing to oblivious to anything going on around me and just beneath my sub-consciousness, I hear "rustle, rustle, rustle" behind me, and then the "click, click, click, click" of doggie nails on wood flooring, toddling their way out to the living room. I think nothing of this. Porthos is ALWAYS investigating "something" and he's gotten to the point where I don't have to be on top of his every move. And with recent developments, Ted has been packing up his things, and there are boxes everywhere in the spare bedroom. I'm still playin' away on the computer, and I hear "click, click, click, click" back into the bedroom, then "rustle, rustle, rustle" once more... followed by "click, click, click, click", back out into the living room. Now this second occasion DID register, and I asked him... "Porthos, what are you up to baby dog"? (as if he's going to say "Nothing Dad! As you were then.") Then he comes clicking back into the bedroom, and I wait for the "rustle, rustle, rustle" and swing around on the chair, only to see him with his head in a plastic bag in one of the boxes. Of course the jig is up, and he goes "click, click, clicking" back out to the living room with a little more purpose, whilst I investigate what he was scoring out of the plastic bag.
"Oh, you little fucker"! I laugh, and run to the living room to find him lying quite pretty on his doggie bed, and proceed to pry a trick-or-treat sized Glossette's peanuts package from the hounds deadly jaws. He growled at me for ruining his snack of course, but as always his growl is just a form of communication, and he relinquished the Glossettes. But he had already opened and eaten an Oh Henry and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Leaving the packaging splayed on the floor I might add. I'm trying to tell him "No", "Bad Boy", but I just can't muster up the conviction to make him equate my giggling with discipline. It was like, he just came across Ted's stash of Halloween crap, and was like "Oh... well maybe just one more."
Man I love that dog. So eternally cute, and full of antics.
Before checkin'out today, I must recommend the most beautiful, wonderful album I've heard all year. The new Queen Latifah CD: Trav'lin' Light. It's a work of exquisite art from start to finish. I seriously cannot recommend it enough. Like... go buy it. I can't imagine anyone not loving it.
Trav'lin' Light
I'm trav'lin' light
Because my man has gone
But from now on
I'm trav'lin' light
He said, "Goodbye"
And took my heart away
So from today
I'm trav'lin' light
No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories
Some lucky night
He may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light
No one to see
I'm free as the breeze
No one but me
And my memories
Some lucky night
He may, he may come back again
But until then
I'm trav'lin' light
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Such a Sad Year
Who knew love
would come walking thru' my door
Turn a light on
somewhere down inside
And give me a feeling
I'd never had before
It was a long wait
It was just the wrong time
But I hope you'll hold me now
Somewhere within
And when you think about
What might have been
Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me
How can you argue
with a feeling in your bones
'Bout what is, and what isn't meant to be
Some things you live with
But you never let it show
Like the pain I felt
The day I watched you leave
But I hope you'll think of me
When tender winds blow
Sit on the shores of love
And just let it go
would come walking thru' my door
Turn a light on
somewhere down inside
And give me a feeling
I'd never had before
It was a long wait
It was just the wrong time
But I hope you'll hold me now
Somewhere within
And when you think about
What might have been
Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me
How can you argue
with a feeling in your bones
'Bout what is, and what isn't meant to be
Some things you live with
But you never let it show
Like the pain I felt
The day I watched you leave
But I hope you'll think of me
When tender winds blow
Sit on the shores of love
And just let it go
Thursday, October 11, 2007
7 Random Things
I've been tagged in a Blog Meme by Misster Kitty. And far be it from me to ignore a tag. (it just goes to show you that even when I'm flying under the radar, I'm still keeping tabs on all my friends blogs.)
So, here we go. 7 things you may not have known about me, and maybe could've lived without knowing about me. ;)
1. I'm a compulsive nail-biter. It's disgusting. My hands are a mess, and a hand model I will never be. I've tried to stop, but I think I need to seek professional help. Anyone know a good hypnotist? (...and a cheap one at that.)
2. I was a virgin til age 22. What else is there to say about that? It's random. It's a fact and yeah. In retrospect I could've waited longer.
3. I am a perfect 6 on the Kinsey Scale; I have never, ever had even the slightest desire to be with a woman. Even though my first kiss was with a girl. (That kind of sealed the deal.)
4. I do not remember my final semester of high school in the months that followed my dad's death. It's a complete blank. I remember going to my graduation, but that's about it.
5. I have a collection (with Ted) of over 1400 CD's. We have long since run out of places to put them.
6. I've stopped watching television dramas because I can't bare to have them cancelled. I get so attached to the characters that I literally mourn their loss. My favourite soap opera was cancelled in 1996 and I still miss it. ("The City", on ABC -formerly "Loving")
7. I have trouble peeing in a public bathroom. I count in two's and imagine spiders on the wall to try to make myself pee.
And an 8th just for good measure: I hate tomatoes, but routinely enjoy tomato sauce, ketchup, salsa, and sun-dried tomato concocted things.
I'm not tagging anyone, but I would be interested to see what Jerome or Keltie would come up with. Hint Hint.... but no obligation.
Song of the day, is a dirty ol' gem by Prince from the Purple Rain soundtrack. Y'gotta love "Darling Nikki".
I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind
Darlin' nikki
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
Come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
So, here we go. 7 things you may not have known about me, and maybe could've lived without knowing about me. ;)
1. I'm a compulsive nail-biter. It's disgusting. My hands are a mess, and a hand model I will never be. I've tried to stop, but I think I need to seek professional help. Anyone know a good hypnotist? (...and a cheap one at that.)
2. I was a virgin til age 22. What else is there to say about that? It's random. It's a fact and yeah. In retrospect I could've waited longer.
3. I am a perfect 6 on the Kinsey Scale; I have never, ever had even the slightest desire to be with a woman. Even though my first kiss was with a girl. (That kind of sealed the deal.)
4. I do not remember my final semester of high school in the months that followed my dad's death. It's a complete blank. I remember going to my graduation, but that's about it.
5. I have a collection (with Ted) of over 1400 CD's. We have long since run out of places to put them.
6. I've stopped watching television dramas because I can't bare to have them cancelled. I get so attached to the characters that I literally mourn their loss. My favourite soap opera was cancelled in 1996 and I still miss it. ("The City", on ABC -formerly "Loving")
7. I have trouble peeing in a public bathroom. I count in two's and imagine spiders on the wall to try to make myself pee.
And an 8th just for good measure: I hate tomatoes, but routinely enjoy tomato sauce, ketchup, salsa, and sun-dried tomato concocted things.
I'm not tagging anyone, but I would be interested to see what Jerome or Keltie would come up with. Hint Hint.... but no obligation.
Song of the day, is a dirty ol' gem by Prince from the Purple Rain soundtrack. Y'gotta love "Darling Nikki".
I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind
Darlin' nikki
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone number on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
Come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
Wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
Monday, October 01, 2007
Waving from a Window While No One's Looking
Hey there folks,
Yet another month has gone by and I'm still not back to my regular, bloggy self. I wish I could say everything's peachy, but why wouldn't I be telling you all about the peachiness if life were peachy right? I'm all about sharing the peaches.
Truth is: I'm kind of circling the bowl with no real desire to document it. And it seems kind of fake to pretend that nothing's wrong and just blog about other stuff.
Eventually I'll get back to it. I promise. I've enjoyed blogging way to much to give it up entirely. I just don't know when it will be.
In the meantime, (and on a lighter note) this is a frickin' music month for me! Among the releases: Jill Scott, Melissa Etheridge, Chaka Khan, and Queen Latifah! Thus far I only have Melissa Etheridge, and sadly I STILL haven't just sat down and listened to it. But I've also picked up the new BeeGees greatest hits double-album, and I have to say the Teddybears remix of "Stayin' Alive" just f**king rocks. Also, finally picked up the greatest hits by Garbage... "Absolute". Absolute garbage... get it? Well anyway... I love the band even if their name couldn't be further from the truth about their music.
Also... watched a really cool movie called "Next" that I didn't really have high expectations for. When Nicolas Cage is starring in something, you know it's hit and miss. But it was really clever, sci-fi, with only a few plot holes easily ignored in the name of entertainment. It's full of detail though, and jumps around a lot, so you have to give it some extra attention in order to keep up. (or at least I did.) Anyhow... I was pleasantly surprised and it wasn't predictable.
I hope everyone reading this is happy and well. Sorry I've checked-out on ya.
"Tell Me Where It Hurts" by Garbage
What is my day going to look like?
What will my tomorrow bring me?
If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside
I wouldn’t have to predict the future
I wish that you would do with some talking
How else am I to know what you’re thinking?
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted
Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't love me; I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
Did they ever give you a reason
To believe in something different
If you’re looking for love, for what it's worth
I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere
If you are looking for disappointment
You can find it around any corner
In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight
So both of us can feel protected
Tell me where it hurts,
to hell with everybody else.
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me; yeah I can tell
but you do, so they can go to hell
I’ve been loved but I didn’t know how to feel it
And I’ve been adored but I don’t know if I ever believed it
I’ve been loved my whole life but I didn’t know how to take it
Until...
So tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me, yeah I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
But you do, so they can go to hell
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts now
Tell me where it hurts...
Yet another month has gone by and I'm still not back to my regular, bloggy self. I wish I could say everything's peachy, but why wouldn't I be telling you all about the peachiness if life were peachy right? I'm all about sharing the peaches.
Truth is: I'm kind of circling the bowl with no real desire to document it. And it seems kind of fake to pretend that nothing's wrong and just blog about other stuff.
Eventually I'll get back to it. I promise. I've enjoyed blogging way to much to give it up entirely. I just don't know when it will be.
In the meantime, (and on a lighter note) this is a frickin' music month for me! Among the releases: Jill Scott, Melissa Etheridge, Chaka Khan, and Queen Latifah! Thus far I only have Melissa Etheridge, and sadly I STILL haven't just sat down and listened to it. But I've also picked up the new BeeGees greatest hits double-album, and I have to say the Teddybears remix of "Stayin' Alive" just f**king rocks. Also, finally picked up the greatest hits by Garbage... "Absolute". Absolute garbage... get it? Well anyway... I love the band even if their name couldn't be further from the truth about their music.
Also... watched a really cool movie called "Next" that I didn't really have high expectations for. When Nicolas Cage is starring in something, you know it's hit and miss. But it was really clever, sci-fi, with only a few plot holes easily ignored in the name of entertainment. It's full of detail though, and jumps around a lot, so you have to give it some extra attention in order to keep up. (or at least I did.) Anyhow... I was pleasantly surprised and it wasn't predictable.
I hope everyone reading this is happy and well. Sorry I've checked-out on ya.
"Tell Me Where It Hurts" by Garbage
What is my day going to look like?
What will my tomorrow bring me?
If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside
I wouldn’t have to predict the future
I wish that you would do with some talking
How else am I to know what you’re thinking?
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted
Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't love me; I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
Did they ever give you a reason
To believe in something different
If you’re looking for love, for what it's worth
I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere
If you are looking for disappointment
You can find it around any corner
In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight
So both of us can feel protected
Tell me where it hurts,
to hell with everybody else.
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me; yeah I can tell
but you do, so they can go to hell
I’ve been loved but I didn’t know how to feel it
And I’ve been adored but I don’t know if I ever believed it
I’ve been loved my whole life but I didn’t know how to take it
Until...
So tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me, yeah I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
But you do, so they can go to hell
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts now
Tell me where it hurts...
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
The Sun Still Shines
Well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something's been "up" with me for a while now.
And rather than my former approach of full-disclosure, I'm just going to assure everyone that I'm ok. Ted's ok. And the babies are ok.
Ted and I have been going through some struggles and changes and sometimes that kind of heavy stuff doesn't come easy. But luckily "love" does. I don't know what the future holds, but for now, we're workin' on it. Big changes are in store for my dear sweet man, and I'll hold-off talking about it until everything's in the clear and everybody's got a little perspective.
Other than that... wow... I checked-out for a month, and it's not like that month was spent doing nothing. As mentioned, we had family staying with us. We've been up to French River (close to Sudbury) to a friend's cottage for a weekend,
and just this weekend we finally saw the latest Harry Potter movie (in IMAX and 3D no less) (2 thumbs up from me) and took another one of those infamous day-trips to the US just for Olive Garden, with a stop in London for some Marble Slab Ice Cream. So all is not gloom and uncertainty in my life; rest-assured.
Hopefully I can blog a little more faithfully now that our busiest season is behind us at work as well. And it has been a very busy summer. Phew! Wow... can it really be September 4th today??? Happy Birthday's must be wished to my wonderful friends Jerome and Keltie. (Bo you just left and I miss you.) I hope the both of you take your lumps with grace and enjoy that dizzy-headedness-feeling that comes along with them the whole year through! ;)
On a parting note for today, I just want to say I'm grateful. My life is full of love, and hope and I'm dedicated to holding on to all of it, until my hands can nolonger grasp anything and my heart nolonger beats. Dramatic, but no-less true.
I'm laying it all out on the table,
I'm tellin' you again what I've already told you before
My love is not a soon forgotten fable;
My heart is not a box with a lock in a five and dime store.
So there's no need to question me and my feelings.
Oh, wondering if I am sure.
Ask me again, and I'll tell you the same,
Over and over.
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
Developing the art of collaboration,
It's dinner and a movie and a baby or two.
Now we are in the midst of a revelation, mm-hmm,
We're doing what a modern world said we could not do.
And even when our love is mellow and aging,
Oh, even when were old and wise,
And we know then what we dont know now,
Well, I know I'll still be
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
And rather than my former approach of full-disclosure, I'm just going to assure everyone that I'm ok. Ted's ok. And the babies are ok.
Ted and I have been going through some struggles and changes and sometimes that kind of heavy stuff doesn't come easy. But luckily "love" does. I don't know what the future holds, but for now, we're workin' on it. Big changes are in store for my dear sweet man, and I'll hold-off talking about it until everything's in the clear and everybody's got a little perspective.
Other than that... wow... I checked-out for a month, and it's not like that month was spent doing nothing. As mentioned, we had family staying with us. We've been up to French River (close to Sudbury) to a friend's cottage for a weekend,
and just this weekend we finally saw the latest Harry Potter movie (in IMAX and 3D no less) (2 thumbs up from me) and took another one of those infamous day-trips to the US just for Olive Garden, with a stop in London for some Marble Slab Ice Cream. So all is not gloom and uncertainty in my life; rest-assured. Hopefully I can blog a little more faithfully now that our busiest season is behind us at work as well. And it has been a very busy summer. Phew! Wow... can it really be September 4th today??? Happy Birthday's must be wished to my wonderful friends Jerome and Keltie. (Bo you just left and I miss you.) I hope the both of you take your lumps with grace and enjoy that dizzy-headedness-feeling that comes along with them the whole year through! ;)
On a parting note for today, I just want to say I'm grateful. My life is full of love, and hope and I'm dedicated to holding on to all of it, until my hands can nolonger grasp anything and my heart nolonger beats. Dramatic, but no-less true.
I'm laying it all out on the table,
I'm tellin' you again what I've already told you before
My love is not a soon forgotten fable;
My heart is not a box with a lock in a five and dime store.
So there's no need to question me and my feelings.
Oh, wondering if I am sure.
Ask me again, and I'll tell you the same,
Over and over.
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
Developing the art of collaboration,
It's dinner and a movie and a baby or two.
Now we are in the midst of a revelation, mm-hmm,
We're doing what a modern world said we could not do.
And even when our love is mellow and aging,
Oh, even when were old and wise,
And we know then what we dont know now,
Well, I know I'll still be
Sure enough to never want to be without you,
Sure enough, to stay for good,
Sure enough in every little thing about you,
Sure enough.
Monday, August 27, 2007
For My Dear, Sweet Ted
I don't know what to say to you
Tears are on your face
You don't know how we'll make it through
Such a lonely place
But if you could read my mind
Then you'd understand
Even in times like these
I'm wanting nothing other than
Chorus:
Our love
You and me together
Our love
I'll stay with you
Our love
Our love, our love is true
Oh won't you take me in your arms
That's where I belong
Together we are safe from harm
Together we are strong
I will hold your heart in mine
And guard it through the night
Let the stillness of this moment
Speak to us of all that's right with
(repeat chorus)
Our love
You and me forever
Our love
I'm made for you
Our love
Our love, our love is true
Close your teary eyes and sleep
I'll watch through the night and keep
(repeat chorus)
Our love
Our love
Tears are on your face
You don't know how we'll make it through
Such a lonely place
But if you could read my mind
Then you'd understand
Even in times like these
I'm wanting nothing other than
Chorus:
Our love
You and me together
Our love
I'll stay with you
Our love
Our love, our love is true
Oh won't you take me in your arms
That's where I belong
Together we are safe from harm
Together we are strong
I will hold your heart in mine
And guard it through the night
Let the stillness of this moment
Speak to us of all that's right with
(repeat chorus)
Our love
You and me forever
Our love
I'm made for you
Our love
Our love, our love is true
Close your teary eyes and sleep
I'll watch through the night and keep
(repeat chorus)
Our love
Our love
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Pole Riders, Eat Shitake, Wall Bangers, Rotating Surfboard of Death
Ok, ok... bad blogger. Very, very bad blogger. Ten lashes with a wet noodle.
I've been neglectful... absent... downright deadbeat I tells ya. My little blog child lays crying in it's own filth. What few readers I have have been forced to set up a chat room in my last post. You all deserve more. More I say.
And all I really want to talk about is the funniest episode EVER of MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge). It's the "Sorority Sisters" episode featuring ever-so-briefly Mitchell Paul, the Liposucteur. It's sexist. It's crude. It's clever and in a way, it's lowest common denominator humour. I can watch just about any episode of this show over and over and always find something hysterical. The whole concept is made up of a real-life Asian game show/reality series called "Takeshi's Castle", over-dubbed in English and treated like sports commentary of a bonafide Olympic-type event. It's VERY slapstick, yet verbally, you have to be paying very close attention so as not to miss the tiniest of details that make it "laugh til it hurts" funny.
Want an example? Here's a five-minute best-of clip. Click THIS!
Oh and one more... from my sweet Ted's favourite event: "Log Droppers"
And just in case I baffled you with the title of this entry... those are the enticing names of just a few of the events on this brilliant show.
I promise to be more bloggy soon my friends. Call it a bit of a summer hiatus.
No song today... 'cause I'm lazy.
I've been neglectful... absent... downright deadbeat I tells ya. My little blog child lays crying in it's own filth. What few readers I have have been forced to set up a chat room in my last post. You all deserve more. More I say.
And all I really want to talk about is the funniest episode EVER of MXC (Most Extreme Elimination Challenge). It's the "Sorority Sisters" episode featuring ever-so-briefly Mitchell Paul, the Liposucteur. It's sexist. It's crude. It's clever and in a way, it's lowest common denominator humour. I can watch just about any episode of this show over and over and always find something hysterical. The whole concept is made up of a real-life Asian game show/reality series called "Takeshi's Castle", over-dubbed in English and treated like sports commentary of a bonafide Olympic-type event. It's VERY slapstick, yet verbally, you have to be paying very close attention so as not to miss the tiniest of details that make it "laugh til it hurts" funny.
Want an example? Here's a five-minute best-of clip. Click THIS!
Oh and one more... from my sweet Ted's favourite event: "Log Droppers"
And just in case I baffled you with the title of this entry... those are the enticing names of just a few of the events on this brilliant show.
I promise to be more bloggy soon my friends. Call it a bit of a summer hiatus.
No song today... 'cause I'm lazy.
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