I can't believe it. It's almost here!
No, I'm not talking about world peace, I wish I was.
I'm talking about my birthday party!!!! :)
Just about everything is done. I am going to mix up a nice Spinach & Artichoke dip tonight and let it set overnight before putting it into the bread bowl tomorrow. SIL Jamie (who's house we're using) is getting some cups, ice, pop, propane for the BBQ and a veggie tray. (ha ha, I totally typed P-O-T before I corrected it to P-O-P, I'm such a goober!)
Jubbie is going to make her world famous caesar salad, and everyone else is bringing something for the BBQ and their own drinks.
I haven't been this excited about a party (or a birthday) in years! I feel like a little kid! It's awesome.
Hope you all have a SPECTACULAR weekend, and I will hopefully update (with pictures!) on Monday.
Cheers!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
It's just one of those days...
It's been one of those days. You know the ones where you want to rip out your own arms and beat yourself to death with them? Ya, that's the kind of day I am having. But in order to properly fill you in on why I am feeling this way, I need to give you the whole boring backstory. So here goes . . .
In March of 2006 M and I sold our condo. We made a nice profit from it and purchased a townhome. We used our profits to lay new carpeting, buy new appliances, things of those nature, when we moved into our townhome in May 2006. In June of 2006, I was offered a promotion. It was a dream come true for me - with one horrible downside. New job was located in Toronto, Ontario. M and I lived in Vancouver, British Columbia. So we hemmed and hawed and finally decided, that yes, this was a huge opportunity for me, and yes, we would take it. So we sold our lovely townhome (making absolutely NO money as we had only owned it for 6 months) and packed all of our stuff, and moved 3000 km's (roughly 1500 miles) to Toronto. We didn't know anyone other than my mum and dad, and while that's all well and good, a newly married couple does NOT want to live with her mum. So we bought a townhome in Toronto. Nice place and didn't need a lot of work. This was a plus. Then M and I started having some "marital" problems. Basically, my mum is a spiteful cow, and while I love her dearly, she hate's M with a passion that I wish she would put to better use. She actually told me on my wedding day that I was making a huge mistake. Mostly cause she liked my ex-boyfriend better, but that is a whole other rant for a different day. (Mum and I talk all the time, just not about my marriage, or my husband.) During this time of woe for me, my mother in law phoned us from Vancouver and delivered the news that we all suspected, but feared. She had been diagnosed with throat and tongue cancer (50 years of drinking and smoking will do that to ya!) and was having to undergo some surgery. So we put our differences aside and flew home in June of 2007. (Home is Vancouver. Always.) It was during this trip that M and I found our way back to each other, and while it wasn't under the best of times, it did help us both to realize what's important to each of us. As Lynne (my Mother in Law) was recovering from surgery, M and I talked about the future. After a few weeks of of being at home, M realized that he wanted to spend as much time as he had left helping his mom. And I agreed with him. So, in August of 2007, M left Ontario and moved back to Vancouver. A long 3 months later, in late October 2007, I too left Ontario and moved back to Vancouver. We rented out our townhouse and thought, this is great, we have a nice couple living in and taking care of our townhouse until we decide what to do with it.
(That long diatribe is the backstory)
Back to the future!
So, here I sit, looking at my bank account, and wondering why, oh why, did I end up with the WORST renters ever?
Since November 2007, when they moved in, they have yet to pay their rent on time, or in full. I am still $480 short for February, and it's almost the end of the month. Our bank account can't afford to float our mortgage in Ontario, plus our rent in BC. Now, smart people will say, then just sell the property. The thing is, we are so broke that we can't. In order for us to cover off the realtor fees, the lawyer fees and the fees for breaking the mortgage early, we would need to sell for a certain amount, and the Ontario housing market does not currently believe that my townhouse is worth that certain amount. So we're stuck with it, and with them.
And now that I have finished ranting, and having my wee pity party, I feel better.
thanks.
In March of 2006 M and I sold our condo. We made a nice profit from it and purchased a townhome. We used our profits to lay new carpeting, buy new appliances, things of those nature, when we moved into our townhome in May 2006. In June of 2006, I was offered a promotion. It was a dream come true for me - with one horrible downside. New job was located in Toronto, Ontario. M and I lived in Vancouver, British Columbia. So we hemmed and hawed and finally decided, that yes, this was a huge opportunity for me, and yes, we would take it. So we sold our lovely townhome (making absolutely NO money as we had only owned it for 6 months) and packed all of our stuff, and moved 3000 km's (roughly 1500 miles) to Toronto. We didn't know anyone other than my mum and dad, and while that's all well and good, a newly married couple does NOT want to live with her mum. So we bought a townhome in Toronto. Nice place and didn't need a lot of work. This was a plus. Then M and I started having some "marital" problems. Basically, my mum is a spiteful cow, and while I love her dearly, she hate's M with a passion that I wish she would put to better use. She actually told me on my wedding day that I was making a huge mistake. Mostly cause she liked my ex-boyfriend better, but that is a whole other rant for a different day. (Mum and I talk all the time, just not about my marriage, or my husband.) During this time of woe for me, my mother in law phoned us from Vancouver and delivered the news that we all suspected, but feared. She had been diagnosed with throat and tongue cancer (50 years of drinking and smoking will do that to ya!) and was having to undergo some surgery. So we put our differences aside and flew home in June of 2007. (Home is Vancouver. Always.) It was during this trip that M and I found our way back to each other, and while it wasn't under the best of times, it did help us both to realize what's important to each of us. As Lynne (my Mother in Law) was recovering from surgery, M and I talked about the future. After a few weeks of of being at home, M realized that he wanted to spend as much time as he had left helping his mom. And I agreed with him. So, in August of 2007, M left Ontario and moved back to Vancouver. A long 3 months later, in late October 2007, I too left Ontario and moved back to Vancouver. We rented out our townhouse and thought, this is great, we have a nice couple living in and taking care of our townhouse until we decide what to do with it.
(That long diatribe is the backstory)
Back to the future!
So, here I sit, looking at my bank account, and wondering why, oh why, did I end up with the WORST renters ever?
Since November 2007, when they moved in, they have yet to pay their rent on time, or in full. I am still $480 short for February, and it's almost the end of the month. Our bank account can't afford to float our mortgage in Ontario, plus our rent in BC. Now, smart people will say, then just sell the property. The thing is, we are so broke that we can't. In order for us to cover off the realtor fees, the lawyer fees and the fees for breaking the mortgage early, we would need to sell for a certain amount, and the Ontario housing market does not currently believe that my townhouse is worth that certain amount. So we're stuck with it, and with them.
And now that I have finished ranting, and having my wee pity party, I feel better.
thanks.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Two Weeks & Counting
So two weeks today, (March 6th), at some ridiculous early hour of the moring I will "officially" be 30. I'm not really sure how I feel about turning 30, but I'm hoping that it passes like so many of my other birthdays have, with me glancing at the calendar half way through the day and thinking to myself "holy fuck, it's my birthday. I wonder if M remembers, and what he got me?" I hope that I don't completely embarass myself by getting all mopey and worried. Age is just a number. In my head, I am still 21.
I am having a birthday party. First time in 5 years that I am actually planning on doing something other than sitting on the couch watching a movie for my birthday. On March 1st I will be hosting my 30th Birthday Party. We're having it at my sister-in-laws place (cause her house is way nicer than the hovel that we live in, and bigger too!) and we will be BBQ'ing, Drinking and Playing Games. I am just enough of a "white trash" girl to make it a "Bring Your Own Booze, & Bring Your Own Meat (for the BBQ)" Party. That's right. I am asking people to bring their own meat. But, once the drinking commences (I think noon should be a good start time), we are going to have a rocking good house party, with loud music and lots of laughter.
Have you ever played drunken pictionary? Cause I have, and it is WAY too much fun. Also, drunken balderdash. The shit people will make up when they have been drinking is too comical for words.
I'm sure that I will update again before then, but I will definetely update again after. And include pictures. I have already asked Jubbie to bring the camera.
cheers!
kris
I am having a birthday party. First time in 5 years that I am actually planning on doing something other than sitting on the couch watching a movie for my birthday. On March 1st I will be hosting my 30th Birthday Party. We're having it at my sister-in-laws place (cause her house is way nicer than the hovel that we live in, and bigger too!) and we will be BBQ'ing, Drinking and Playing Games. I am just enough of a "white trash" girl to make it a "Bring Your Own Booze, & Bring Your Own Meat (for the BBQ)" Party. That's right. I am asking people to bring their own meat. But, once the drinking commences (I think noon should be a good start time), we are going to have a rocking good house party, with loud music and lots of laughter.
Have you ever played drunken pictionary? Cause I have, and it is WAY too much fun. Also, drunken balderdash. The shit people will make up when they have been drinking is too comical for words.
I'm sure that I will update again before then, but I will definetely update again after. And include pictures. I have already asked Jubbie to bring the camera.
cheers!
kris
Monday, February 18, 2008
I got my Christmas Present!!!
Okay, so YES, I do know that it is mid-February. However, over this past weekend, I got my christmas present from my wonderful, fabulous, love him to pieces husband. Wanna know what it is? I bet you do. But I need to fill you in on the backstory first.
I am a Contracts Administrator at work. I have to wear business suits, and heels, and generally look very professional. And, if you are reading this blog, you have seen the picture that I have from my wedding - I am normal looking, not covered in tattoos, etc. (Not that there is anything wrong with that, I'm just saying, ya know?)
I have 4 tattoos. (Or I did, until this past weekend). They are all special to me.
The first one I got when I was 19. It was a gift from a friend, who was sharing a really cool tradition from her home town in China with me - and that was to get ink of your sign, or related to your sign. I am a Pisces. So she paid for me to get a simple fish on my back. It's very plain, just black, and sits a couple of inches above my ass on my lower back.
The second, I got about a year later. It's just above my right ankle and is an angel fish. A really good friend of mine had just passed, and she was also a pisces. I thought it appropriate to honour her with another fish, and she was kinda like a guardian angel while she was here with me. Always looking out for me, very selfless, you get the idea. So, angel fish it was.
The third is on my left shoulder blade. It's a very colourful cartoon bat. If you've seen the movie "Fern Gully" then you can picture my bat. The bat in that movie "Batty" looks a lot like the one I have on my back. If you've not seen it, it's a cartoon bat with it's wings spread - like he's in flight. My tattoo artist custom drew him for me, and he kinda represents my flight from my old life (filled with cheating boyfriends, drugs and a lot of booze), into my new one. I got the bat shortly after I met and started dating my husband. While he didn't exactly "save me" from that lifestyle (I had already left it), he is a huge influence for my not going back to it when times get tough. Don't get me wrong, I still like to have a drink or seven, but now it's once a year instead of once a day. Everything in moderation. But I digress.
The fourth one is a vine that starts on my left foot. It wraps up and around my left ankle (on the outside of my leg, not around my leg) and then opens into an orchid that sits just above the outside of my left ankle. I drew the vine freehand on my leg, and my artist just embellished on it from there. It was the beginning of something, but I didn't know what.
So you have the background. Oops. Almost all of the background. Daisies are my absolute favourtie flowers. I carried a bouquet of them at my wedding, and I knew that I wanted to get a daisy tattoo. However, daisies are quite girly, and I'm not exactly a girly girl. So I was stuck.
Here's where it starts to get good.... For christmas, hubby bought me a gift certificate for a new tattoo. He worked with our tattoo artist (we go to the same guy, and he's AWESOME!) to create a tattoo for me. It's evil daisies. Or rather, it's three daisies that look like they are in the middle of a bar fight. Petals ripped and torn off, angry faces, everything. I had no input on the design, hubby worked with our artist and then they just sprang the custom work on me when I showed up on Saturday. I thought I was going in for a consult to have Josh (our artist) create something. Nope, I was shown the custom piece he had designed for me and fell in love with it. Into the chair I went, and now, I am about an hour away from having my 5th (and by far the largest) tattoo finished.
Now you may be wondering why it's not done. Well, because it's on my calf. It takes up the whole back of my left calf, and if you've never had work done on your calf, let me tell you... it hurts like a bitch. Your muscles jump and quiver and you just want to be done. 4 hours in I quit. (Yes, I am a big whiney baby, but the pain was too much!) So I will go back in a month when this first bit is done healing and have him finish it up.
So there you go. Now you know what I got for christmas. As soon as I can get access to a digital camera I will take a few pics and attempt to post them up. I am so happy with it, I am still grinning.
Just in case you didn't already know.... I have the best husband in the entire world. And I am the luckiest lady ever to have such a great guy.
Hope everyone else is well out there.....
~kris
I am a Contracts Administrator at work. I have to wear business suits, and heels, and generally look very professional. And, if you are reading this blog, you have seen the picture that I have from my wedding - I am normal looking, not covered in tattoos, etc. (Not that there is anything wrong with that, I'm just saying, ya know?)
I have 4 tattoos. (Or I did, until this past weekend). They are all special to me.
The first one I got when I was 19. It was a gift from a friend, who was sharing a really cool tradition from her home town in China with me - and that was to get ink of your sign, or related to your sign. I am a Pisces. So she paid for me to get a simple fish on my back. It's very plain, just black, and sits a couple of inches above my ass on my lower back.
The second, I got about a year later. It's just above my right ankle and is an angel fish. A really good friend of mine had just passed, and she was also a pisces. I thought it appropriate to honour her with another fish, and she was kinda like a guardian angel while she was here with me. Always looking out for me, very selfless, you get the idea. So, angel fish it was.
The third is on my left shoulder blade. It's a very colourful cartoon bat. If you've seen the movie "Fern Gully" then you can picture my bat. The bat in that movie "Batty" looks a lot like the one I have on my back. If you've not seen it, it's a cartoon bat with it's wings spread - like he's in flight. My tattoo artist custom drew him for me, and he kinda represents my flight from my old life (filled with cheating boyfriends, drugs and a lot of booze), into my new one. I got the bat shortly after I met and started dating my husband. While he didn't exactly "save me" from that lifestyle (I had already left it), he is a huge influence for my not going back to it when times get tough. Don't get me wrong, I still like to have a drink or seven, but now it's once a year instead of once a day. Everything in moderation. But I digress.
The fourth one is a vine that starts on my left foot. It wraps up and around my left ankle (on the outside of my leg, not around my leg) and then opens into an orchid that sits just above the outside of my left ankle. I drew the vine freehand on my leg, and my artist just embellished on it from there. It was the beginning of something, but I didn't know what.
So you have the background. Oops. Almost all of the background. Daisies are my absolute favourtie flowers. I carried a bouquet of them at my wedding, and I knew that I wanted to get a daisy tattoo. However, daisies are quite girly, and I'm not exactly a girly girl. So I was stuck.
Here's where it starts to get good.... For christmas, hubby bought me a gift certificate for a new tattoo. He worked with our tattoo artist (we go to the same guy, and he's AWESOME!) to create a tattoo for me. It's evil daisies. Or rather, it's three daisies that look like they are in the middle of a bar fight. Petals ripped and torn off, angry faces, everything. I had no input on the design, hubby worked with our artist and then they just sprang the custom work on me when I showed up on Saturday. I thought I was going in for a consult to have Josh (our artist) create something. Nope, I was shown the custom piece he had designed for me and fell in love with it. Into the chair I went, and now, I am about an hour away from having my 5th (and by far the largest) tattoo finished.
Now you may be wondering why it's not done. Well, because it's on my calf. It takes up the whole back of my left calf, and if you've never had work done on your calf, let me tell you... it hurts like a bitch. Your muscles jump and quiver and you just want to be done. 4 hours in I quit. (Yes, I am a big whiney baby, but the pain was too much!) So I will go back in a month when this first bit is done healing and have him finish it up.
So there you go. Now you know what I got for christmas. As soon as I can get access to a digital camera I will take a few pics and attempt to post them up. I am so happy with it, I am still grinning.
Just in case you didn't already know.... I have the best husband in the entire world. And I am the luckiest lady ever to have such a great guy.
Hope everyone else is well out there.....
~kris
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Before I was married
Some things that I wish that I had learned before I got married
It is possible to love your spouse and hate them at the same time. Infact, there will be times that you will actually consider committing homicide just so that you can get away from them for a while.
Unless you are prepared to hate your life, don’t live with your in-laws. No matter how much you love them now, once you have lived with them, the happy feelings that you have towards them will change.
It is not normal to spend all of your free time together. I don’t know what the definition of normal should be in this case, but trust me, sooner or later you are going to want to go out with your friends, without your spouse, so that you can complain about them.
You never get any privacy once you are married. Maybe this one just applies to me, but I actually don’t get to be alone in my own house anymore. If I am in the shower, my husband has no problem walking in and using the toilet. (Or, just randomly poking his head into the shower to scare me.) If I am using the toilet, he will come in to chat. I have tried locking the door, but then he just stands at the door asking me if I’m done yet to annoy me. Now, don’t get me wrong, this totally works both ways. We lived together for 3 years before we tied the knot. I got all sorts of privacy in the bathroom. Is there a magic spell that is broken the day you get married that makes it okay to invade each other’s privacy in the bathroom? I’m just saying that I wish I knew about this phenomenon before I got married.
You need to make sure that you tell you’re spouse everything. I tried not telling mine everything, but it’s just too hard to figure out what I have and haven’t told him. Also, this way there are NO surprises waiting for either of us.
Sex is messy. Now I was not a virgin when I got married. I had had sex before. Even with my then boyfriend, now husband. But we always used a condom. Now that we are married, and throwing caution to the wind, and doing without the condoms, it is MESSY. And holy god, nobody told me that it would smell 2 days later.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being married. I love being married to my husband. But these are just a few things that I wish that someone, anyone had told me before we got hitched.
Have a great day all!
~kris
It is possible to love your spouse and hate them at the same time. Infact, there will be times that you will actually consider committing homicide just so that you can get away from them for a while.
Unless you are prepared to hate your life, don’t live with your in-laws. No matter how much you love them now, once you have lived with them, the happy feelings that you have towards them will change.
It is not normal to spend all of your free time together. I don’t know what the definition of normal should be in this case, but trust me, sooner or later you are going to want to go out with your friends, without your spouse, so that you can complain about them.
You never get any privacy once you are married. Maybe this one just applies to me, but I actually don’t get to be alone in my own house anymore. If I am in the shower, my husband has no problem walking in and using the toilet. (Or, just randomly poking his head into the shower to scare me.) If I am using the toilet, he will come in to chat. I have tried locking the door, but then he just stands at the door asking me if I’m done yet to annoy me. Now, don’t get me wrong, this totally works both ways. We lived together for 3 years before we tied the knot. I got all sorts of privacy in the bathroom. Is there a magic spell that is broken the day you get married that makes it okay to invade each other’s privacy in the bathroom? I’m just saying that I wish I knew about this phenomenon before I got married.
You need to make sure that you tell you’re spouse everything. I tried not telling mine everything, but it’s just too hard to figure out what I have and haven’t told him. Also, this way there are NO surprises waiting for either of us.
Sex is messy. Now I was not a virgin when I got married. I had had sex before. Even with my then boyfriend, now husband. But we always used a condom. Now that we are married, and throwing caution to the wind, and doing without the condoms, it is MESSY. And holy god, nobody told me that it would smell 2 days later.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being married. I love being married to my husband. But these are just a few things that I wish that someone, anyone had told me before we got hitched.
Have a great day all!
~kris
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thoughts on the upcoming V-Day
As some of my closest friends know, I don't celebrate Valentines day. I don't begrudge those who do, but the day really holds some bad memories for me and I would prefer not to get involved with the enitre fiasco that is Valentine's Day. Oh sure, I could spout off about how it's a total Hallmark holiday, created by industries in order to drive up sales of flowers, cards and chocolate. And I could spout off about how flowers eventually die, cards get thrown away and chocolates make you fat. But none of those are the reasons why I don't celebrate Valentines Day. When I first started dating M, I made it clear that I was NOT expecting flowers, or chocolates, or a card on Valentines day. If he loves me, he should show it year round, not just on one day, right? But this still is not the reason. I mean, yes, you should show the ones you love (or love to shag) your feelings for them all the time, and you should celebrate Valentines Day if that's what you both agree to do. Don't celebrate it because it's expected though, cause that's just being a sheep. Following the crowd if you will. Surprise your loved one on the day after Valentines day with a sappy card. Just to show that you care.
I'll tell you why I don't celebrate. But you have to do the time warp with me.... (cue wavy lines and the music....)
Okay, so it's 1980. My parents are fighting all the time. We're talking vicious, object throwing, beating the crap outta each other fighting. (Don't worry - they are both happily remarried to other people with whom they have never thrown objects at, or beat up.) Your resident superwoman (me) is 2. And locked in her room during most of these fights. (Okay, I wasn't locked in, I was sleeping!) But one night a bang wakes me up and I wander in my oh-so-cute red pajama's (with the feet attached!) into the living room where my parents, are screaming insults at each other. My mom has thrown a crystal vase against the wall near my dad's head (there is broken glass everywhere) and my dad has managed to hit my mom with a boot. (To say that they were ill suited is down playing it a bit). I spent about 45 minutes or so crying, walking between the two of them. Even at such a young age, I realized that they were both hurting, and wanted to comfort both of them at the same time. After a while my parents realize that I am awake, in the room, and could get caught in the cross fire. Back to bed I go, complete with all of the screaming and kicking that a 2 year old (who is WAY over tired) can muster.
2 days later my mom packed me, all my toys and anything of hers that she could into her car and we left my dad. I didn't see him again for 3 years. The date that we left - you betcha, it was Valentines Day. So my dad, thinking he is doing something special for his wife, picks up flowers and dinner on his way home from work. Arrives home to his apartment to find a note from his wife telling him goodbye. And, as an added bonus, she took his kid with her.
Now, you might ask yourself, "Why would this affect you? You were 2!!!" And here's where it gets fun. Once I started seeing my dad again (after he got sober) he would call me every year on Valentines day. (I lived with my mom full time, but saw my dad every other weekend) And every year after telling me that he was wishing me a happy valentines day, and that he loved me, he would remind me that this was the day that my mother walked out on him. He still, to this very day does this. Never mind that he is remarried to a wonderful woman. Nevermind that I am almost 30 years old. Nope.
Every. Single. Year.
So, because I look forward to that phone call about as much as I look forward to someone smashing my face in, I don't celebrate Valentines Day.
It just sucks for me, but M (my wonderful, loving husband) understands this, and usually tries to take me out for dinner (nothing fancy - just to the pub) sometime in the month before or the month after Valentines day. And he always makes sure to tell me that he loves me. But he tells me that a thousand times a day every day (cause we're mushy like that).
Oh. And, usually when he does this special night just for me, I return the favour and give him a great blow job as thanks! Sometimes, I will even go all the way! Ha ha ha. like I can say no to sex. Why would I even try?
Have a great Valentines Day people. And for those of you who do celebrate, don't forget that March 14th is Steak and a BJ day for the guys. Valentines day is probably just for women, so here in BC a local radio station has created Steak and a BJ day a month later for the guys. Yep, you cook your man a steak, and give him some head. Sounds like a great plan to me.
MWAH! Kisses to all of you!
~kris
I'll tell you why I don't celebrate. But you have to do the time warp with me.... (cue wavy lines and the music....)
Okay, so it's 1980. My parents are fighting all the time. We're talking vicious, object throwing, beating the crap outta each other fighting. (Don't worry - they are both happily remarried to other people with whom they have never thrown objects at, or beat up.) Your resident superwoman (me) is 2. And locked in her room during most of these fights. (Okay, I wasn't locked in, I was sleeping!) But one night a bang wakes me up and I wander in my oh-so-cute red pajama's (with the feet attached!) into the living room where my parents, are screaming insults at each other. My mom has thrown a crystal vase against the wall near my dad's head (there is broken glass everywhere) and my dad has managed to hit my mom with a boot. (To say that they were ill suited is down playing it a bit). I spent about 45 minutes or so crying, walking between the two of them. Even at such a young age, I realized that they were both hurting, and wanted to comfort both of them at the same time. After a while my parents realize that I am awake, in the room, and could get caught in the cross fire. Back to bed I go, complete with all of the screaming and kicking that a 2 year old (who is WAY over tired) can muster.
2 days later my mom packed me, all my toys and anything of hers that she could into her car and we left my dad. I didn't see him again for 3 years. The date that we left - you betcha, it was Valentines Day. So my dad, thinking he is doing something special for his wife, picks up flowers and dinner on his way home from work. Arrives home to his apartment to find a note from his wife telling him goodbye. And, as an added bonus, she took his kid with her.
Now, you might ask yourself, "Why would this affect you? You were 2!!!" And here's where it gets fun. Once I started seeing my dad again (after he got sober) he would call me every year on Valentines day. (I lived with my mom full time, but saw my dad every other weekend) And every year after telling me that he was wishing me a happy valentines day, and that he loved me, he would remind me that this was the day that my mother walked out on him. He still, to this very day does this. Never mind that he is remarried to a wonderful woman. Nevermind that I am almost 30 years old. Nope.
Every. Single. Year.
So, because I look forward to that phone call about as much as I look forward to someone smashing my face in, I don't celebrate Valentines Day.
It just sucks for me, but M (my wonderful, loving husband) understands this, and usually tries to take me out for dinner (nothing fancy - just to the pub) sometime in the month before or the month after Valentines day. And he always makes sure to tell me that he loves me. But he tells me that a thousand times a day every day (cause we're mushy like that).
Oh. And, usually when he does this special night just for me, I return the favour and give him a great blow job as thanks! Sometimes, I will even go all the way! Ha ha ha. like I can say no to sex. Why would I even try?
Have a great Valentines Day people. And for those of you who do celebrate, don't forget that March 14th is Steak and a BJ day for the guys. Valentines day is probably just for women, so here in BC a local radio station has created Steak and a BJ day a month later for the guys. Yep, you cook your man a steak, and give him some head. Sounds like a great plan to me.
MWAH! Kisses to all of you!
~kris
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
It's official, I rock.
So, I got the job! Woo Hoo for me.
I have 2 days of training this week and then I start full time on Monday.
Haven't really been doing too much... We watched the UFC fights on Saturday night with Fez and his brother Johnny. Sunday was Superbowl, so we went to a friends place to watch the game. Now, I don't have kids. I like kids, but I feel that there is a time and place for them to be visiting. Showing up to an adult superbowl party, where everyone is drinking, and swearing at the tv may not be the best place to bring your kids. But it's totally what one of our dumbass friends did. I looked at M and told him that once he had kids we would either be hiring a babysitter or I would let him go to Superbowl parties without me. I don't want to ruin everyone else's fun by dragging along my kids.
Monday was a recuperation day. I needed it. M and I had us some good "afternoon" loving, since we were both home during the day. It was almost like having an affair... being at home in bed, making love in the middle of the day. Lucky for me M understands this thought too, so he wasn't all that put off when I mentioned it to him in passing. (That it was like having an affair), to which he responded "didn't know you had had an affair love, thanks for telling me". He's too cheeky for his own good, and he damn well knows that I would never cheat on him.
So that's what happening with me. Tomorrow after my second day of training I have some work function dinner type thing to go to, and then I get to have another 4 day weekend!
Yep, it's true. I rock.
laters,
kris
I have 2 days of training this week and then I start full time on Monday.
Haven't really been doing too much... We watched the UFC fights on Saturday night with Fez and his brother Johnny. Sunday was Superbowl, so we went to a friends place to watch the game. Now, I don't have kids. I like kids, but I feel that there is a time and place for them to be visiting. Showing up to an adult superbowl party, where everyone is drinking, and swearing at the tv may not be the best place to bring your kids. But it's totally what one of our dumbass friends did. I looked at M and told him that once he had kids we would either be hiring a babysitter or I would let him go to Superbowl parties without me. I don't want to ruin everyone else's fun by dragging along my kids.
Monday was a recuperation day. I needed it. M and I had us some good "afternoon" loving, since we were both home during the day. It was almost like having an affair... being at home in bed, making love in the middle of the day. Lucky for me M understands this thought too, so he wasn't all that put off when I mentioned it to him in passing. (That it was like having an affair), to which he responded "didn't know you had had an affair love, thanks for telling me". He's too cheeky for his own good, and he damn well knows that I would never cheat on him.
So that's what happening with me. Tomorrow after my second day of training I have some work function dinner type thing to go to, and then I get to have another 4 day weekend!
Yep, it's true. I rock.
laters,
kris
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