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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Young Blood
While cruisin' up to the Ottawa Rapids in my Cruz, I was rawkin to SiriusXM Radio's BPM station. And I couldn't get enough of this tune:
I came home and downloaded all of the Naked and Famous tunes (plus another remix) which stand well on their own. (Hey, you never know! Sometimes the remixes are way better!) Awesome tunes to play while cookin' up a storm or chilling on the patio at home.
I have blisters on my hand from clutching too tight to my golf clubs Friday and the centre of my back is still on fire from paddling my ass off Saturday - so wonderful! These little aches are reminders of big memories. Now my legs are sore from stair climbing and one-leg presses at the gym. Ahhh ... the feeling of being alive!!
Rafting was an excellent adventure! I had a super cool guide and the other folks in my raft were really easy going and fun to joke around with. The older guys were a little lazy, I have to admit. Me and my girl T were doing far better on the rowing - lean forward/pull back! A couple weeks prior I was focusing on the rowing machine at the gym and I think it paid off. The DOMS would likely be a lot worse if I hadn't prepared my body for it beforehand.
Rafting was an excellent adventure! I had a super cool guide and the other folks in my raft were really easy going and fun to joke around with. The older guys were a little lazy, I have to admit. Me and my girl T were doing far better on the rowing - lean forward/pull back! A couple weeks prior I was focusing on the rowing machine at the gym and I think it paid off. The DOMS would likely be a lot worse if I hadn't prepared my body for it beforehand.
But nothing could prepare me for the humongous bloated dead moose we saw. We couldn't tell if it was a horse or not, but the antlers were a give away. There were loads of bugs and birds around. And in one spot the size of my fist, the skin had been ripped off, so you could see the yellowy mush inside. Then our guide told us about the time she stepped in a dead cow while she was rafting in Ecuador. Oh man, so gross.
I can't wait to go rafting again!!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Cool musicians and nice people are sometimes one in the same
Speaking recently about reconnections - Eric sent me an email Sunday night! The last we communicated was way back in September 2010.
He's a super chill dude, very fun, and we met when his band came in from Ottawa to play at The Riv. I had just started freelancing with Uncharted Sounds and The Draculas was the first band I interviewed with UCS. Eric is no longer with The Draculas, and now has his own band, recording in LA and touring all over the place.
I was happy to hear from him. (It's always nice to be remembered too!) We lost touch as people do. No hard feelings or anything. I had a boyfriend at the time (The Parisian) and took our meeting as a fun experience. So, Eric and I are going to try to reconnect while I am in Ottawa for my rafting adventure.
It's really shaping up to be an extraordinarily fun weekend!
Loved this one the first time I heard it in High Fidelity. (That soundtrack just rules, man.)
My dad introduced me to this tune - it's now my all time favourite John Lennon track:
Here's another oldie but goodie:
He's a super chill dude, very fun, and we met when his band came in from Ottawa to play at The Riv. I had just started freelancing with Uncharted Sounds and The Draculas was the first band I interviewed with UCS. Eric is no longer with The Draculas, and now has his own band, recording in LA and touring all over the place.
I was happy to hear from him. (It's always nice to be remembered too!) We lost touch as people do. No hard feelings or anything. I had a boyfriend at the time (The Parisian) and took our meeting as a fun experience. So, Eric and I are going to try to reconnect while I am in Ottawa for my rafting adventure.
It's really shaping up to be an extraordinarily fun weekend!
Some tracks:
Loved this one the first time I heard it in High Fidelity. (That soundtrack just rules, man.)
My dad introduced me to this tune - it's now my all time favourite John Lennon track:
Here's another oldie but goodie:
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Jammin' while on hold with call centres
One of my fave Amy tunes :)
Journey is always important to have on most playlists :)
Way back from 1997
Mystery calls from Van City
In the past I received mystery calls from Seattle and Van City. Sometimes Nevada and Florida. Each time I wonder who it is and each time I'm surprised I forget who it could be! It's Moose.
I met Moose last Spring. He is a heavily tattooed dude. Seriously. Like The Dude from The Big Lebowski. Just super cool. He was strutting West on Queen St. toward University, holding a few bags of purchases and smoking a huge-ass Cuban. Even the side of his head had tattoos. And here I was in my work clothes, having just left a pal I had dinner with at a burger place nearby. But was I weary of this 6'5" inked guy? Nope.
I just followed the sweet smell of the cigar and walked closely behind him. When we eventually met at a corner waiting for the red light to turn green, I commented on how great it smelled and he offered a puff. I declined, but we went out for drinks instead.
Sweet guy. But he lives in Las Vegas. We lost touch quickly.
Moose will be back in Toronto on another tour (he puts up and tears down stages. Last time he was in town, he was touring with Usher.) He wants to meet up again. More cigars and cocktails. Seems harmless enough, but now it's a planned event which means intentions are more prominent.
We'll see what happens.
I met Moose last Spring. He is a heavily tattooed dude. Seriously. Like The Dude from The Big Lebowski. Just super cool. He was strutting West on Queen St. toward University, holding a few bags of purchases and smoking a huge-ass Cuban. Even the side of his head had tattoos. And here I was in my work clothes, having just left a pal I had dinner with at a burger place nearby. But was I weary of this 6'5" inked guy? Nope.
I just followed the sweet smell of the cigar and walked closely behind him. When we eventually met at a corner waiting for the red light to turn green, I commented on how great it smelled and he offered a puff. I declined, but we went out for drinks instead.
Sweet guy. But he lives in Las Vegas. We lost touch quickly.
Moose will be back in Toronto on another tour (he puts up and tears down stages. Last time he was in town, he was touring with Usher.) He wants to meet up again. More cigars and cocktails. Seems harmless enough, but now it's a planned event which means intentions are more prominent.
We'll see what happens.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Oldies but Goodies
Paul Anka!! Have you heard his cover album? He pulled a Johnny Cash, but his songs are more fun. He covered Nirvana's Teen Spirit. So awesome.
In college a boyfriend put this song on a mix tape he made me. I still love this song!
Englebert Humper- wha?
Remember Wooly Bully?
Spirit In The Sky..... :)
Friday, May 11, 2012
Antics
A fabulous Interpol album. My favourite one of theirs actually.
Antics is a fabulous way to describe my room mate. She is a crazy 40-year-old who has nothing better to do that to try to torment me with her crazy old lady antics.
I had started packing this week and removed some items that I don't necessarily need in the next couple weeks. A shelf. Some kitchen cutlery. The dust buster. I figure I'd start packing little by little to avoid packing in a rush and not being able to find anything I need once I move into my new spot.
The following day, Danielle sent me an email asking why I was removing all my things that she uses as well. She asked if it was because I didn't want her touching my stuff. Then said I failed to let her know I was removing the things she also uses and it was an inconvenience.
This email proved confusing because I also took down some photo hangings and window decorations and took out all my make-up from the bathroom (quite a bit, I love playing with eye shadow!)
Does she use my eyeshadow?
Clearly she is not happy because she must like some of my stuff and will miss it. In retaliation the day following my empty response ("I have to start packing at some point") she removed her toaster and kettle from the kitchen. They are not in any drawer or cupboard. So I unpacked mine since I had all my boxes out already and now have them displayed on the counter.
I'm not quite sure what point she was trying to make but removing her things. Either way, it surely was lost on her.
Antics is a fabulous way to describe my room mate. She is a crazy 40-year-old who has nothing better to do that to try to torment me with her crazy old lady antics.
I had started packing this week and removed some items that I don't necessarily need in the next couple weeks. A shelf. Some kitchen cutlery. The dust buster. I figure I'd start packing little by little to avoid packing in a rush and not being able to find anything I need once I move into my new spot.
The following day, Danielle sent me an email asking why I was removing all my things that she uses as well. She asked if it was because I didn't want her touching my stuff. Then said I failed to let her know I was removing the things she also uses and it was an inconvenience.
This email proved confusing because I also took down some photo hangings and window decorations and took out all my make-up from the bathroom (quite a bit, I love playing with eye shadow!)
Does she use my eyeshadow?
Clearly she is not happy because she must like some of my stuff and will miss it. In retaliation the day following my empty response ("I have to start packing at some point") she removed her toaster and kettle from the kitchen. They are not in any drawer or cupboard. So I unpacked mine since I had all my boxes out already and now have them displayed on the counter.
I'm not quite sure what point she was trying to make but removing her things. Either way, it surely was lost on her.
Coolio.
In the middle of a very awesome date last night, my gentleman friend and I were cruising while listening to the '90s channel on XM radio. And this song
popped up. And I couldn't believe I remembered about 2/3 of the lyrics.
Were you thinking about the Weird Al version too? lol.
Another oldie (I guess it's considered an older now?) that cycled up on my iPod this morning is this JT tune.I never saw the video before I looked it up today. Had no idea ScarJo was in it!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Diva Cup - Oh yes, I'm writing about it!
The Diva Cup has been circulating since 2007, but the idea of a menstrual cup started eons before - in the '30s! I figured it was worth a shot to try. The cup is made of silicone, costs only about $40 and lasts a lifetime, so I bought it. It will save be so much coin - even though I always buy my pads and tampons on sale.
Without getting too graphic - it's very comfortable. Kinda tricky to put in the first time, but once you get it, it's easy. The funny part about purchasing this thing is that there are two sizes to pick from:
1 for ladies under 30
2 for ladies 30 and over.
I'm going to be 30 in a little over two months, so I was a bit conflicted about which to buy. Apparently our hips widen as we age, so our vaginal muscles are looser... But, again, to avoid getting too graphic, if you do your kegels often like I do, you will require size 1. And even that seems too big, but I sqwooshed it in. You know, to get technical.
Most girls get pissy on their period, but I am going to start packing today. Woohoo! So excited! Three more weeks until I get outta there! I am handing in an application today for a gorgeous one bedroom several blocks from where I live currently. Fingers crossed I get the place. I am already thinking about how to decorate. Very jacked.
Also jacked coz I get to go white water rafting the week before I move. What a way to let off steam! Haven't been to the gym in a bit since I've been fighting off the last bit of the flu. So I better get back in and give my tri's and shoulders a good work at it.
And this weekend is Mother's Day. Aww. Gonna see my momma and give her something sparkly. Looking forward to giggles over wine. :)
Without getting too graphic - it's very comfortable. Kinda tricky to put in the first time, but once you get it, it's easy. The funny part about purchasing this thing is that there are two sizes to pick from:
1 for ladies under 30
2 for ladies 30 and over.
I'm going to be 30 in a little over two months, so I was a bit conflicted about which to buy. Apparently our hips widen as we age, so our vaginal muscles are looser... But, again, to avoid getting too graphic, if you do your kegels often like I do, you will require size 1. And even that seems too big, but I sqwooshed it in. You know, to get technical.
Most girls get pissy on their period, but I am going to start packing today. Woohoo! So excited! Three more weeks until I get outta there! I am handing in an application today for a gorgeous one bedroom several blocks from where I live currently. Fingers crossed I get the place. I am already thinking about how to decorate. Very jacked.
Also jacked coz I get to go white water rafting the week before I move. What a way to let off steam! Haven't been to the gym in a bit since I've been fighting off the last bit of the flu. So I better get back in and give my tri's and shoulders a good work at it.
And this weekend is Mother's Day. Aww. Gonna see my momma and give her something sparkly. Looking forward to giggles over wine. :)
Monday, May 7, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Listening to Depeche Mode, It's Thundering Out and I'm Smudging. Too perfect!!
UPDATE! June 22, 2012
I spoke with the landlord a couple days ago and she suggested I sue Danielle for half a month's rent since her boyfriend moved in at the beginning of June after I moved out. When I asked how she knew, she said his car is in the driveway all the time.
She's such a sweet old lady, but suing Danielle for half the rent would be a good idea if I knew should could afford it. I mean, to file a small claim, you have to pay at least $250 for fees and summons. Plus on top of that, when I win my case (Coz I would), Dee'd have to pay me $387.50 for the rent, plus the fees. But if she doesn't pay up after judgement, then I'd have to dish out more money to force her to pay up.
Dee left her computer open a lot - conveniently on her CIBC account statements. So upon walking by, anyone could see that she had a $20K line of credit to pay up. Not to mention the Credit cards. Plus she had cancelled her trip to Italy earlier in the year. She said it was coz her grandma was sick, but she didn't go down to Florida to visit her nanna. She simply couldn't afford it. So there's no way I'm wasting my time trying to get a couple hundred bucks out of her.
***
This past week has been quite the fucktard. Can I even use that word as an adjective?
There's no word to explain it. I was backhanded with a nasty flu and knocked on my keister for five days. Three days off work was nice, but not when you're too weak to take advantage of the time! But I caught up on my movie watching and with all the On Demand shows I missed.
I was recovering quite nicely yesterday - my first day back at work - when my roommate thwomped me in the gut with some not so kind words.
Our lease expired April 30th. So that night when we both got home from work I reminded her to give our landlord new checks.
She went white and her jaw dropped. Then she ranted about how she thought I wasn't going to renew my lease according to a tiff we had in January. (OK, it was a huge blow-out fight because I was having fun on New Years Eve and she wasn't. I'm not even kidding - that's exactly what it was about.)
Apparently she had brought her boyfriend to meet the landlord over the weekend and they gave him a lease to sign. My landlord is a sweet lady in her 80s. I'm sure she was confused. But she was probably even more confused when - after the realization that I wasn't planning on moving - Danielle yelled something about having the landlord kicking me out and ran down to rant to the poor lady. She was gone for two hours. She came back and was on the phone for another hour before I tip toed in and asked if everything was ok.
She broke down in tears.
She apologized for assuming I was going to leave. And continued to blubber about the same things she always does when she gets way ahead of herself and confuses the hell out of everyone. I've had a year dealing with events similar to this. I had enough. But now was not the time to tell her. I had to calm her down. She's a whole 10 years older than me and plenty marbles short.
I woke up at 4am today and couldn't get back to sleep. I kept replaying our conversation in my head.
- How she kept bringing up our past fights
- How she kept reiterating that she doesn't criticize my dating choices
- How she repeated how she was not used to having a boyfriend
- How she didn't want me to be mad at her or think that she was trying to kick me out.
I stayed calm on the outside, but I was a tornado of anger inside:
- I told her she doesn't communicate properly and makes decisions too quickly.
- I told her she has to understand that she isn't supposed to necessarily trust my friends, but at least trust me in that I make good decisions.
- I reminded her that she is 10 years older than me. (She really didn't seem to like that.)
- I told her that this type of behaviour makes me feel like this isn't our place, but her place.
And then she proceeded to say things like:
"When you move out..."
"...Just because you don't have a boyfriend..."
"I'm sorry I keep bringing it up, but..."
I got the feeling this wouldn't be the last tiff we have. And I just can't deal with anymore.
I initially moved win with Danielle because my previous landlord was selling the condo I was renting and I wasn't interested in buying. Her roomie was moving back to Montreal the same month i needed to find a place so it worked out perfectly. Rent was $400 cheaper and I was going to be in Rosedale instead of Yonge and Eg. Score! Still, I should have paid mind when she said "Stephan always stayed in his room - I wonder why?" That was the clue I totally missed.
Of course so was her totally irrational behaviour over the past several years I've known her, but I thought living with someone would teach me a lot about myself.
And it sure has.
It taught me that my sanity is worth way more than saving a measly $400/mo.
How to be more upfront when things bothered me.
To clean up after myself more frequently.
Patience. How not to keep track of the little annoying things. How not to freak when she ate my asparagus by 'accident'.
How I miss walking around my apartment totally nude.
How I miss having people over whenever I want without having to keep someone else in the loop.
Time to get my own apartment again.
So I called the landlord this morning and apologized for the confusion my roomie caused for her yesterday. She was very ...tact, but I could feel her voice soften up when I said that I feel I should leave because of the communication barrier with my roommate - how she clearly doesn't make me feel welcome and wants her boyfriend of two months to move in.
What the landlady said about my roommate had me grin and shake my head with amusement.
"That lady is very aggressive."
Couldn't have said it better. Anyhow the landlady apologized to me for the situation I found myself in. She said she felt terrible about my predicament but understood while I wanted to leave. She said she'd give me a good reference, which I really appreciated.
I have already seen one place today and am looking forward to seeing another very promising unit nearby tomorrow. I plan to move out June 1st or July 1st. We'll see what happens!
I spoke with the landlord a couple days ago and she suggested I sue Danielle for half a month's rent since her boyfriend moved in at the beginning of June after I moved out. When I asked how she knew, she said his car is in the driveway all the time.
She's such a sweet old lady, but suing Danielle for half the rent would be a good idea if I knew should could afford it. I mean, to file a small claim, you have to pay at least $250 for fees and summons. Plus on top of that, when I win my case (Coz I would), Dee'd have to pay me $387.50 for the rent, plus the fees. But if she doesn't pay up after judgement, then I'd have to dish out more money to force her to pay up.
Dee left her computer open a lot - conveniently on her CIBC account statements. So upon walking by, anyone could see that she had a $20K line of credit to pay up. Not to mention the Credit cards. Plus she had cancelled her trip to Italy earlier in the year. She said it was coz her grandma was sick, but she didn't go down to Florida to visit her nanna. She simply couldn't afford it. So there's no way I'm wasting my time trying to get a couple hundred bucks out of her.
***
This past week has been quite the fucktard. Can I even use that word as an adjective?
There's no word to explain it. I was backhanded with a nasty flu and knocked on my keister for five days. Three days off work was nice, but not when you're too weak to take advantage of the time! But I caught up on my movie watching and with all the On Demand shows I missed.
I was recovering quite nicely yesterday - my first day back at work - when my roommate thwomped me in the gut with some not so kind words.
Our lease expired April 30th. So that night when we both got home from work I reminded her to give our landlord new checks.
She went white and her jaw dropped. Then she ranted about how she thought I wasn't going to renew my lease according to a tiff we had in January. (OK, it was a huge blow-out fight because I was having fun on New Years Eve and she wasn't. I'm not even kidding - that's exactly what it was about.)
Apparently she had brought her boyfriend to meet the landlord over the weekend and they gave him a lease to sign. My landlord is a sweet lady in her 80s. I'm sure she was confused. But she was probably even more confused when - after the realization that I wasn't planning on moving - Danielle yelled something about having the landlord kicking me out and ran down to rant to the poor lady. She was gone for two hours. She came back and was on the phone for another hour before I tip toed in and asked if everything was ok.
She broke down in tears.
She apologized for assuming I was going to leave. And continued to blubber about the same things she always does when she gets way ahead of herself and confuses the hell out of everyone. I've had a year dealing with events similar to this. I had enough. But now was not the time to tell her. I had to calm her down. She's a whole 10 years older than me and plenty marbles short.
I woke up at 4am today and couldn't get back to sleep. I kept replaying our conversation in my head.
- How she kept bringing up our past fights
- How she kept reiterating that she doesn't criticize my dating choices
- How she repeated how she was not used to having a boyfriend
- How she didn't want me to be mad at her or think that she was trying to kick me out.
I stayed calm on the outside, but I was a tornado of anger inside:
- I told her she doesn't communicate properly and makes decisions too quickly.
- I told her she has to understand that she isn't supposed to necessarily trust my friends, but at least trust me in that I make good decisions.
- I reminded her that she is 10 years older than me. (She really didn't seem to like that.)
- I told her that this type of behaviour makes me feel like this isn't our place, but her place.
And then she proceeded to say things like:
"When you move out..."
"...Just because you don't have a boyfriend..."
"I'm sorry I keep bringing it up, but..."
I got the feeling this wouldn't be the last tiff we have. And I just can't deal with anymore.
I initially moved win with Danielle because my previous landlord was selling the condo I was renting and I wasn't interested in buying. Her roomie was moving back to Montreal the same month i needed to find a place so it worked out perfectly. Rent was $400 cheaper and I was going to be in Rosedale instead of Yonge and Eg. Score! Still, I should have paid mind when she said "Stephan always stayed in his room - I wonder why?" That was the clue I totally missed.
Of course so was her totally irrational behaviour over the past several years I've known her, but I thought living with someone would teach me a lot about myself.
And it sure has.
It taught me that my sanity is worth way more than saving a measly $400/mo.
How to be more upfront when things bothered me.
To clean up after myself more frequently.
Patience. How not to keep track of the little annoying things. How not to freak when she ate my asparagus by 'accident'.
How I miss walking around my apartment totally nude.
How I miss having people over whenever I want without having to keep someone else in the loop.
Time to get my own apartment again.
So I called the landlord this morning and apologized for the confusion my roomie caused for her yesterday. She was very ...tact, but I could feel her voice soften up when I said that I feel I should leave because of the communication barrier with my roommate - how she clearly doesn't make me feel welcome and wants her boyfriend of two months to move in.
What the landlady said about my roommate had me grin and shake my head with amusement.
"That lady is very aggressive."
Couldn't have said it better. Anyhow the landlady apologized to me for the situation I found myself in. She said she felt terrible about my predicament but understood while I wanted to leave. She said she'd give me a good reference, which I really appreciated.
I have already seen one place today and am looking forward to seeing another very promising unit nearby tomorrow. I plan to move out June 1st or July 1st. We'll see what happens!
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