Ya, so this week was a little batty at work. New people come in and everything changes. So maybe that isn't a bad thing, whatever.
For all those following the tale that is my life, I did manage to hit the reunion last weekend. It got me to thinking how much I wish I partook more in high school. Like my Mother said to my fella, "She was too concerned about what everyone else thought of her to care for herself." In hindsight, what a waste of time.
I think I might've downloaded a pic to my pics this afternoon - if you care to see me posing beside my only attempt at anything memorable in high school, take a peek.
I can't seem to get my part to do what it's supposed to do - they told me it wouldn't know any better if I combed it a certain way, but I think they were lying. Or maybe I should have bought that puddy they talked about so much.
The Mother Load called tonight. She declared that tomorrow she would pick me up at 9:30am. That's AM. Ok, so there is a serious garage sale happening and all the Aunts will be there - it might get a little messy.
It's time for bed.
xo K
Thursday, January 13, 2011
21 Jun 2006 - The Neighbours
Ok, so there's a new person living in the house beside me. She sits out on the steps ALL day singing along with her AM/FM radio. She must've moved in after Saturday; on Sunday, she started the show with the entire soundtrack of Dirty Dancing. "Hungry Eye's, The "Time of my Life", "She's like the Wind" - the whole bit! She weighs (and Kirb and I fight over this one) 200 - 350 pounds. She sits there day in and day out and sings...like a bird. I long to sit out there and get her on tape, but it doesn't seem feasible.
Tomorrow is only Thursday.
xo K
Tomorrow is only Thursday.
xo K
23 Jun 2006 - Over before it really ever began...
She's gone. I saw her for but a brief moment today, but it was only that, brief. She cursed and called her only friend a retard, and vanished into thin air.
I came to realize something this evening that has made me appreciate what I have. I think I'm in a position to learn a whole heck of a lot. I battered and bruised myself this week to the point where I couldn't see straight. But when I presented the finished product to so many, I realized that what I saw was beyond the comprehension of the human eye. I see now that I'm my worst critic - only a stereotype.
I took this theatre course when I was a kid. We had to lay there with our eyes shut and listen to all of the sounds around us. I remember the sound of the other kids breathing all around me. And the sound of the outdoor noises like cars, and wind, and bugs and humming of things all around that you couldn't quite identify.
I was watching a TV programme the other night and a whole bunch of people I went to high school with were featured - people that I had documented crushes on. It was bizarre to think of how long ago that was.
I am happier now than I've ever been. I hope that this happy will extend throughout... throughout what I don't know, but I suppose throughout whatever becomes of whatever I become... does that make any sense?
xo K
I came to realize something this evening that has made me appreciate what I have. I think I'm in a position to learn a whole heck of a lot. I battered and bruised myself this week to the point where I couldn't see straight. But when I presented the finished product to so many, I realized that what I saw was beyond the comprehension of the human eye. I see now that I'm my worst critic - only a stereotype.
I took this theatre course when I was a kid. We had to lay there with our eyes shut and listen to all of the sounds around us. I remember the sound of the other kids breathing all around me. And the sound of the outdoor noises like cars, and wind, and bugs and humming of things all around that you couldn't quite identify.
I was watching a TV programme the other night and a whole bunch of people I went to high school with were featured - people that I had documented crushes on. It was bizarre to think of how long ago that was.
I am happier now than I've ever been. I hope that this happy will extend throughout... throughout what I don't know, but I suppose throughout whatever becomes of whatever I become... does that make any sense?
xo K
4 Jul 2006 - I Can Taste the Air
Right now, I really can. I won't explain any further.
My mind is everywhere tonight. I can't seem to focus on one thought without being distracted by another.
I had a super fun time this weekend thanks to the hospitality of my cousin, Heather. There were so many moments that I can only hold dear to my heart. My only fear is that they fade too distantly - thank God for long term memory. I considered writing a bullet point list that I could refer back to as the years go by, but somehow it wouldn't do it justice.
My arms smell like sunscreen. It's kinda great.
Hmph - that's all I can think of for now. I would post a pic or two, but I can't find the right wire. I'm sure it'll sneak up during the clean-up I promised to do... hmmm...
ahem.
xo Kate
My mind is everywhere tonight. I can't seem to focus on one thought without being distracted by another.
I had a super fun time this weekend thanks to the hospitality of my cousin, Heather. There were so many moments that I can only hold dear to my heart. My only fear is that they fade too distantly - thank God for long term memory. I considered writing a bullet point list that I could refer back to as the years go by, but somehow it wouldn't do it justice.
My arms smell like sunscreen. It's kinda great.
Hmph - that's all I can think of for now. I would post a pic or two, but I can't find the right wire. I'm sure it'll sneak up during the clean-up I promised to do... hmmm...
ahem.
xo Kate
8 Jul 2006 - What the hell?
Ok, so why is it that every time I log on to Myspace lately, I start getting all these weird messages and friend requests? It saddens me that this super fun way of communicating with people. with whom it would've been very difficult to establish relationships with has turned into a way of getting people. to log in to your dirty site that will eventually ask for some sort of payment for your fulfillment - whatever.
Does anybody even read this? If you do, answer this one question for me:
If you had TWO options to spend a vacation would you:
A - Spend a week in a make-shift cottage near the beach that is walking distance to the main drag and the beautiful beaches of Lake Huron.
B - Spend a week in a make-shift farm house that is a 15 minute drive from the beach and is 5 minutes walking distance to a river where the fishing and canoeing is good and the sound of cows mooing and birds chirping wakes you up in the morning. A real pickle.
Bah - smack smack.
xo K
Does anybody even read this? If you do, answer this one question for me:
If you had TWO options to spend a vacation would you:
A - Spend a week in a make-shift cottage near the beach that is walking distance to the main drag and the beautiful beaches of Lake Huron.
B - Spend a week in a make-shift farm house that is a 15 minute drive from the beach and is 5 minutes walking distance to a river where the fishing and canoeing is good and the sound of cows mooing and birds chirping wakes you up in the morning. A real pickle.
Bah - smack smack.
xo K
11 Sep 2006 - Not to get all political on your ass, but...
I have to say that I am outraged by a sight that I saw just yesterday. As I was walking along Bloor street with my pal, we passed by an entire block of homes that are vacant - these historical homes are due to be demolished (so another slew of townhouses can replace them). I suppose there's about 15 or 20 houses in total - historical looking, just beautiful! I was disgusted to see that each and every front lawn was adorned with our local Liberal party candidate's sign! I think this is a GROSS misrepresentation! I'm not usually one to get all stirred up over politics, but am I crazy? Is this not TOTALLY crummy for so many number of reasons?
Bah. K.
Bah. K.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
16 Sep 2006 - Maybe Chuck was Right
So, I hit the TIFF (yes, I'm THAT hip) with the Motherload a few nights ago. It was the gala for, "Bobby" - starring Demi Moore, Sharon Stone, Ashton Kutcher etc. etc. Mom held on to our seats and I hit the press line just in time to see Ashton! Unfortunately, I was a little slow on the draw, and only managed to get THIS picture of someone else’s camera that actually got a picture of him:
I learned my lesson, and made sure the next time I'd have my finger good n' ready to click... Pacey Witter's forehead:
Some joker standing beside me got his attention by quoting a line from "The Mighty Ducks". I was secretly envious that he was able to come up with something so fast - perhaps he thought of that before going in. Preparation hasn't always been my strong point.Now a seasoned paparazzi, I was perfectly prepared to snap the next person that walked around the corner... little did I know that it would be the fella I fantasised about in high school - he could've pumped up my volume ANY time - dirty:
I learned my lesson, and made sure the next time I'd have my finger good n' ready to click... Pacey Witter's forehead:
Some joker standing beside me got his attention by quoting a line from "The Mighty Ducks". I was secretly envious that he was able to come up with something so fast - perhaps he thought of that before going in. Preparation hasn't always been my strong point.Now a seasoned paparazzi, I was perfectly prepared to snap the next person that walked around the corner... little did I know that it would be the fella I fantasised about in high school - he could've pumped up my volume ANY time - dirty:
Some chickie with nice tatters got a high five AND a picture with him. I would've, but I'm waiting for the mullet to grow out. Demi Moore was the next to walk by, but she went past in such a blur, my picture turned out too... blurry... Within seconds, this Stoner rounded the corner:
By this time, the lady on the loud speaker was practically begging us all to hit our seats. I made a beeline up the escalator just in time to snap THIS beaut in the theatre:
From left to right you got: some guy, some lady, Demi, some other guy, Pacey, Ashton, some girl, another girl, Sharon, William H., and Christian. The guy at the podium is Emilio...
By this time, the lady on the loud speaker was practically begging us all to hit our seats. I made a beeline up the escalator just in time to snap THIS beaut in the theatre:
From left to right you got: some guy, some lady, Demi, some other guy, Pacey, Ashton, some girl, another girl, Sharon, William H., and Christian. The guy at the podium is Emilio...So, that brings me to my subject line. Several years back I went out with this guy, Chuck. We got together pretty quickly after we met on College Street. I initially sat down with him because I thought I recognized him from somewhere - it turned out he was an actor and had appeared in such things as: "Are you Afraid of the Dark", "Avonlea" etc. I thought I knew him from around - meh. I remember on our first date we were walking along Palmerston, and he turned to me and asked if I was (and I quote) "A Star Fucker". I should've just turned on my heel and walked away, but I was already in too deep. I don't know what made me want to tell that story. Damn, I have to turn the air conditioning down.
xo K
30 Sep 2006 - Just Another Saturday
I suppose that for a Saturday, you could've called me an early bird this morning. I was up and out of the house by 11:00am to meet my Mom at my old stompin' grounds, the Kipling Station Kiss n' Ride. Thankfully, the Motherload seemed to be in good form morning; we managed not to kill each other in the first five minutes - always a good sign.
We headed straight to Zellers at Cloverdale Mall. Their breakfast special rocks and my Mom thinks the Waitress there is the best Waitress ever (and my Mom is super hard on Waitresses). OK, so our breakfast took more than 10 minutes (exactly around the time when Mother gets itchy) so she had to ask someone (not OUR Waitress, of course) to find out when, exactly, we would get our meal. I asked her if she was even hungry, because I wasn't starving, and she told me she wasn't. My argument was why make such a big stink over WHEN we'd get it if she wasn't even hungry? And she explained that we had already been there (by this time) 11 minutes. That was the end of the explanation.
After we paid the bill, Mom asked me if it was OK if she used the bathroom. I told her my usual response, "Umm, No!" and she proceeded to go anyways. I pondered buying some socks for the Kirbler, but remembered our budget and decided that it wasn't necessary.
We ventured out to the mall. Hit the Smart Set looking for a gift for Kirb's Sister (it was her B-day yesterday). I found this sweater that was perfect, but it only came in extra small. I talked myself into thinking that it was the right choice and that it would fit her beautifully. I should've bought the Medium fer myself - bah.
Mom snagged the perfect gift at the Laura Secord’s - a caramel apple makin' kit.
When I was little, I had this babysitter, Patricia, who would let me choose any recipe that we actually had the ingredients for, and let me make it. My favourite was taffy. It would get so hot and waiting for it to cool was like waiting for an eternity. Needless to say, her gift was a real hit.
So the gifites were purchased and rather than dropping off at the local Firkin' for a beer, Mom and I chose to be responsible and wrap the presents at her house. We went, we wrapped, I rubbed her feet, and we headed over to the Diller's for cake...
... When we got there, his folks were nowhere to be found. So we hung out with his Sister's and the Kids just waiting for the action to begin. Finally, they rounded the corner and headed up to the house. We didn't even see his Mom for the first little while. I realized (eventually) that she was in the kitchen preparing a meal. I couldn't let them think we expected to be fed, so I told his Dad that we only expected cake, but he explained that this is the way it is and to just accept it.
It's hard to, simply, accept a way of life that you aren’t accustomed to. I managed somehow.
Over dinner, Lauren decided to play this game with me where she has this notebook where she writes secret messages to me and I'm supposed to response in the notebook she provided for me. Somehow, I'm supposed to carry-on an adult conversation and respond to my little pal. You can't imagine the difficulty. And you can't imagine a little pal with so much spunk.
OK, so then we finished our fabulous meal, and we ate some cake (insert picture of cute little family blowing out the candles on a beautiful cake) and then it was time for her to open up her presents. She got jewellery form her Sis, a sweater that (didn't fit) from me and the Kirb, a homemade card from Lauren INCLUDING a poem that she AGONIZED about for 30 minutes straight. And a bottle of JD from the folks. Thank God for the folks.
By this time, it was time to go. I couldn't exactly read Mother; she seemed kinda tired, but not in any real rush to leave. I was pooped and couldn't wait to be with my Fella. It was 8:00 on a Saturday. "Why do I have to leave? Do I have to do chores - clean up and the like?"
"No. I just want to go home and pepper my fella with kisses!" I think his Mother was pleased (even if I don’t cook). Mom and I got out of the house and headed down the driveway towards the car. Both of us got inside at the same moment and took a long deep breath; we were both exhausted and so thrilled to be part of a family that is so cool and so loving and accepting. They have no attitude - they're just regular people who accept those around them for WHO they are and WHAT they're all about. They heed no pressure to reform to anyone that they think you should be. I have finally found home.
xo Kate
We headed straight to Zellers at Cloverdale Mall. Their breakfast special rocks and my Mom thinks the Waitress there is the best Waitress ever (and my Mom is super hard on Waitresses). OK, so our breakfast took more than 10 minutes (exactly around the time when Mother gets itchy) so she had to ask someone (not OUR Waitress, of course) to find out when, exactly, we would get our meal. I asked her if she was even hungry, because I wasn't starving, and she told me she wasn't. My argument was why make such a big stink over WHEN we'd get it if she wasn't even hungry? And she explained that we had already been there (by this time) 11 minutes. That was the end of the explanation.
After we paid the bill, Mom asked me if it was OK if she used the bathroom. I told her my usual response, "Umm, No!" and she proceeded to go anyways. I pondered buying some socks for the Kirbler, but remembered our budget and decided that it wasn't necessary.
We ventured out to the mall. Hit the Smart Set looking for a gift for Kirb's Sister (it was her B-day yesterday). I found this sweater that was perfect, but it only came in extra small. I talked myself into thinking that it was the right choice and that it would fit her beautifully. I should've bought the Medium fer myself - bah.
Mom snagged the perfect gift at the Laura Secord’s - a caramel apple makin' kit.
When I was little, I had this babysitter, Patricia, who would let me choose any recipe that we actually had the ingredients for, and let me make it. My favourite was taffy. It would get so hot and waiting for it to cool was like waiting for an eternity. Needless to say, her gift was a real hit.
So the gifites were purchased and rather than dropping off at the local Firkin' for a beer, Mom and I chose to be responsible and wrap the presents at her house. We went, we wrapped, I rubbed her feet, and we headed over to the Diller's for cake...
... When we got there, his folks were nowhere to be found. So we hung out with his Sister's and the Kids just waiting for the action to begin. Finally, they rounded the corner and headed up to the house. We didn't even see his Mom for the first little while. I realized (eventually) that she was in the kitchen preparing a meal. I couldn't let them think we expected to be fed, so I told his Dad that we only expected cake, but he explained that this is the way it is and to just accept it.
It's hard to, simply, accept a way of life that you aren’t accustomed to. I managed somehow.
Over dinner, Lauren decided to play this game with me where she has this notebook where she writes secret messages to me and I'm supposed to response in the notebook she provided for me. Somehow, I'm supposed to carry-on an adult conversation and respond to my little pal. You can't imagine the difficulty. And you can't imagine a little pal with so much spunk.
OK, so then we finished our fabulous meal, and we ate some cake (insert picture of cute little family blowing out the candles on a beautiful cake) and then it was time for her to open up her presents. She got jewellery form her Sis, a sweater that (didn't fit) from me and the Kirb, a homemade card from Lauren INCLUDING a poem that she AGONIZED about for 30 minutes straight. And a bottle of JD from the folks. Thank God for the folks.
By this time, it was time to go. I couldn't exactly read Mother; she seemed kinda tired, but not in any real rush to leave. I was pooped and couldn't wait to be with my Fella. It was 8:00 on a Saturday. "Why do I have to leave? Do I have to do chores - clean up and the like?"
"No. I just want to go home and pepper my fella with kisses!" I think his Mother was pleased (even if I don’t cook). Mom and I got out of the house and headed down the driveway towards the car. Both of us got inside at the same moment and took a long deep breath; we were both exhausted and so thrilled to be part of a family that is so cool and so loving and accepting. They have no attitude - they're just regular people who accept those around them for WHO they are and WHAT they're all about. They heed no pressure to reform to anyone that they think you should be. I have finally found home.
xo Kate
6 Oct 2006 - Zag-lo-blah!
Ok, so I went out with a few pals tonight. The "plan" was to hit the Roncies then venture our way up to my local watering hole (where I get points for every dollar I spend = free shit). Turns out we hit this place on Roncesvalles where, yes, the beers were cheap, but they had NO FRIES and the dog at the bar ATTACKED me. Needless to say, I was outta there in a split and never looked back. Thank GOD for Snouts.
xo K
xo K
7 Oct 2006
I think this weekend is going to be great! It's longer than the usual, and I get to eat some good food and drink a few more drinks and not get in trouble for it... I guess there is a lot to be thankful for this weekend... OK, so is the whole 'thankful' thing about anything that you are thankful for or only food? I thought it was all about pilgrims n' shit. I should've paid more attention in history.
So, it's a scrap booking class... It's going to be so fun! For $20 we get all sorts of stuff - yeehaw!.. And there are only three of us in the class! Talk about attention! Not that I need it that bad.
I'm working on a gifty for the Motherload... We went on this lovely holiday this summer and we both came out of it with the same sense of happiness that only a revelation can bring.
I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
xo K
So, it's a scrap booking class... It's going to be so fun! For $20 we get all sorts of stuff - yeehaw!.. And there are only three of us in the class! Talk about attention! Not that I need it that bad.
I'm working on a gifty for the Motherload... We went on this lovely holiday this summer and we both came out of it with the same sense of happiness that only a revelation can bring.
I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.
xo K
6 Oct 2006 - great
So, I just posted a great post and I pressed the back button. Tell me, how many times am I going to do that before it gets old... Fuck.
I was talking all about this class that I'm taking tomorrow, and there was this part where I was all clever... But somehow I don't think it would do it justice to repeat the whole thing... verbatim... (I was about to put that sign where it's all like, "I'm not stoopid; I'm pretty sure I didn't spell 'verbatim' correctly", but then I kinda thought "that was gay" - damn these voices in my head!
A few posts ago, I talked about my fella's fam. and how they're so great... I feel it is only necessary to confirm that point; check out this cuteness:
xo K
I was talking all about this class that I'm taking tomorrow, and there was this part where I was all clever... But somehow I don't think it would do it justice to repeat the whole thing... verbatim... (I was about to put that sign where it's all like, "I'm not stoopid; I'm pretty sure I didn't spell 'verbatim' correctly", but then I kinda thought "that was gay" - damn these voices in my head!
A few posts ago, I talked about my fella's fam. and how they're so great... I feel it is only necessary to confirm that point; check out this cuteness:
xo K
3 Dec 2006 - It's MUCH Funner When I WIN!
This summer we went up to Port Elgin and played crown and anchor on the beach:
Imagine if we were alllowed to bet with toonies. Out of control. Thanks to Uncle I for capturing the moment.
Imagine if we were alllowed to bet with toonies. Out of control. Thanks to Uncle I for capturing the moment.xo Kate
4 Jan 2007 - Not Much
It's January 4th and I haven't broken my New Year's resolution yet (yess). That's all. That's it. I can't think of anything clever to say. I would post some pics from the festive season, but there are just too many steps to the process. Thanks for taking the time to read my thoughts. I promise a juicer post next time ;)
21 Jan 2007 - Today's Lesson
Sometimes you just have to push aside all the things that you thought you wanted and love and accept what you've got for everything it is.That's what I learned today.
xo K
xo K
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