Can You Hear Me Now?

Okay that title has nothing to do with this post, but I use the word “passion” a couple times, and I was trying to think of something that went with “passion”, and I came up with this and laughed. Although, I am quite sure it’s been used in a Feist review or article, because there is no way I am that original. I hate trying to think of titles. I do like Feist, though.

What a fantabulous weekend I had.

On Saturday, Lisa and Russ came over, with a bag of goodies and a vanilla bean latte in their hands(!!). I haven’t seen them in so long… I think Lisa’s birthday in February was the last time!? So Lisa brought me some awesome belated birthday presents (like Body Butter and a Second Cup gift card and a sunflower photo album!!) and a whole whack of toys and treats for Pita and Pepper.

Mmmmm! Auntie Lisa brought us treats!!

We hung out and watched the kitties play and Russ even took a bit of video with his phone. I’ll upload it when I get it – for maybe a week or so, so anyone interested can download it and watch them live and in action!

We went to Joey Tomatoes for some food (lettuce wraps rock!) and hung out a bit. It was really good to see them and catch up.

Sunday was the Lilac Festival which means hoards of people gather along 4th Street for music, parades, food, shopping, etc. I was only interested in one thing – the Polyjesters performing all afternoon at the Rose & Crown pub. I wandered in there shortly after noon, and Sheldon saw me right away so I sat with him and this cute guy Christian. We got ourselves a great table, so when the PolyParents arrived with a couple friends, we had room for them too.

They left for a little while to wander up 4th Street, and the men (Barry and Garry) came back wearing T-shirts from the Breast Cancer Society booth that said “BOOBS: A Man’s Best Friend”. That got a lot of cheers and a couple women even felt ME up when I was walking with Barry to the bathrooms. Melissa, the wife of the drummer playing with them that day, took off for a bit and came back with those same T-shirts, one for herself and one for me! I had just met her for the first time that day. What a sweetheart!

Anyway, it was an amazing day. Hours of the Polyjesters, performing the best show I think I’ve ever seen them do, flirting with a cute guy or two, great food, nice people, new friends, the best music you could ever hope for all afternoon, seeing a very old friend for the first time in about 4 years, and to top it off, I was admiring the glass bottle the white wine came in, so someone made sure it ended up in a shopping bag and I got to take it home. I will not mention any names.

Garry and his wife gave me a ride home and I pretty much went straight to bed. Long day!

Today has been a great day so far. I had an appointment with that psychiatrist that specializes in MS and depression. AH was my Access driver on the way there again! That’s twice in a week. What’s going on NOW? Stop throwing a handsome married man in my face, responsible parties!!! Heh. I talked with this doctor for over an hour, and he came to the conclusion that I don’t need him. He said the point of most therapy is to figure out what is wrong and where the problems stem from (things that happened in the past, childhood, parents, etc.) and I am already aware of all that, what happened, when, and how it affected me. He said my optimistic attitude and pro-activeness has put me further ahead than anyone else he has met (in that practice, I’m assuming, not in all areas of life!). My talking about wanting to improve my emotional and physical health, because I believe they are related, is not something he hears often and wholeheartedly agrees with. He said most patients come in and talk about their “disease” and how to cope. I am way ahead of all of them, he said. I insisted I still want to see a therapist to deal with some other problems (mainly relationships and my self-worth/self-esteem issues), but even the way I know what I need help with, and why, impressed him. Among other things, the fact that I sought out Psych-K and he never even knew what it was before I told him, proved that I am clearly not clinically depressed and he thinks I can start weaning myself off of my anti-depressants soon. (I only need them when I am really down in the dumps, to help get me out of that place, and I am doing a lot better now than I was in December/January).

It was an eye-opening session because I am, evidently, not as messed up as I think I am. I guess it’s time I start believing it too!

When I got home, I called the Calgary Sun and they’re going to do a phone interview with Rob Szabo tomorrow. So he’s going to be in both our daily newspapers before his show on Saturday!! I am the Promo QUEEN, baby. I reminded the guy at the Sun that about 10 years ago, when he worked at another paper, I used to harass him weekly about coming to see this improv comedy troupe I liked. And he finally did come. And I’m still bugging people about stuff, but as he said, at least it is stuff I am really passionate about!

I’m also passionate about these babies:

I am still full from dinner last night. Mom, Bob and I went to Chianti’s and had a feast. I haven’t had fettuccine alfredo in years, and at Chianti’s I can get it with prosciutto ham and peas, which for some reason has always been my favourite way to get it. It’s not actually on the menu but they’ll do it, I highly recommend it. Add on the warm bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic vinegar and the most divine ice cream desserts I’ve ever tasted, and you’ve got yourself one hell of a meal.

Bob told the waiter it was his birthday and got free cheesecake. The man is 63 years old and turned that on January 7th. Gotta love ‘im.

We took my kittens to the Vet yesterday for their first shots and check up. They were so good! I expected them to freak out and panic and hate me for the rest of the night, and it wasn’t like that at all. As usual it was easy to get them into the cat carrier,

and they didn’t complain too much. Pita is the only one who ever meows, I have never heard a peep out of Pepper. The vet and his staff were really nice, and it was just a matter of getting them weighed (Pita is noticeably smaller than Pepper and not filling out as much, so I was a little worried, but she’s fine), confirming they are female, poking and prodding to check their ears, mouth and temperature, giving them a shot in their backs and force feeding them a pill for worms. Sounds like torture to me, but they took it all like troopers. Pita even made a toy out of the plastic needle cover; she will make a toy out of anything.

That evening at home everything was normal, I was told they may be a little tired, but I saw no sign of that. They played as usual and Pita even broke the jingly hanging spider off it’s elastic string, so she now just plays with the hanging string. I wish I had video of her hanging on that tree and flipping herself around. A picture could never do it justice!

Speaking of pictures, I am still posting older ones that I took the first couple weeks I had them. I have slowed down in the picture taking. Developing all that film is getting expensive! I have 3 cameras on the go right now, in various places, so there is always one within reach for those Kodak moments. One is ready to be developed now, and should be later today if I get my butt moving.

If anyone knows of a decent digital camera that can be held and operated with one hand (the left), or has a VERY light touch button so that my right hand fingers can press it on a good day, let me know.

By the way, AH’s wife and kids have all moved back in. And no one moved out. So that means, he has his mother, sister, brother, nephew, wife and three kids all living at his house. Nine people in his 5 bedroom house. I didn’t ask him how many bathrooms he has.

Anyway, our friendship continues and sometimes I think it’s even getting better now. Because we know we are friends only, with no expectations of anything else now ever, so it seems to have lightened things somewhat. Or maybe that’s just me. I know he is thrilled to have his kids around again, but he is NOT happy that his wife comes with them. It’s an unfortunate situation when you are suddenly married to a woman you barely even know and making babies because family pressured you and it is expected of you, but in the end it is his life and he did have a choice. Hindsight is 20/20. Now that they have decided to give it another go, I hope they find a way to work it out between them, because in the end it is the kids that will pay if they separate again in a couple years or can’t be loving towards each other now. I pulled a Dr. Laura on him and said he needs to act like he loves her, treat her like she is the most amazing woman and most wonderful wife he could ever ask for, and then she will reciprocate and then it will become that. If you behave like you are already in an ideal marriage, it will turn into that. Of course, he looked at me like I was The Crazy. I know, I know, what the hell do I know, Miss Never-Been-In-A-More-Committed-Relationship-Than-The-One-With-Her-Cats. But, that one is going great after 4 whole weeks, thankyouverymuch.

On Wednesday I had an interview at Access’s head office because my service expires soon and they need to talk to me to find out if I am able to use the Transit system on a daily basis (NOT!). They are trying to cut back on the amount of people that use Access (they were way over budget last year) so we are all being subject to these interviews. AH was my driver on the way there which was a good sign for me. I got myself a coffee and waited in the cafeteria for my interviewer. I was expecting a stiff old man in a suit to walk in, and instead was greeted by a cute young guy with long red hair, dressed in jeans, and in a wheelchair. He was SO nice. I am glad they have someone who requires accessibility himself doing these interviews. Anyway, I am pretty sure I will be okay and my service will continue as it has been. I will find out in a couple weeks.

Yesterday I went to my hairdresser, and AH’s friend (who still owes me hummus!) was my driver, so it was a great Access week! I haven’t seen him in ages. He was supposed to drop the other woman in the car off at her house on 38th Street NE (a few blocks from me), but thought it was 38th Street South East and drove all the way over there before he realized. So that put him way behind (see, this is how it happens, and by the end of the day we are waiting for an hour!) but he did a smart thing and dispatched his next pick up out to another driver. WHY CAN’T THEY ALL DO THAT. Anyway, he said he was “distracted by my beauty”. Or actually, I said it and he just agreed. “Can you blame me?” Heh. He’s so amicable.

Last time I saw my hairdresser we were talking about bookkeeping and I was going to be doing hers, but since then the other owner’s cousin has moved to Calgary and that’s what she does, so she is doing it. That’s cool, as long as they have someone they trust. I sure was looking forward to free haircuts and pedicures though! Darn.

I am quite impressed with the movie selections AH taped for me, so far. I popped in a tape on Saturday and had no idea what it was even after it started, because AH has this thing with not taping from the VERY beginning so the credits and title of the movie aren’t even there. It was in Arabic and sub-titled, and they talk so damn fast, there was a lot of quick rewinds needed so I am glad it was on a tape and not a DVD. A little while into it I called him and left a message – “what is this, ‘how to make a suicide bomber’?” By the end I was so moved, it was very powerful, and I realized what the movie might be – and used Google to confirm it. Paradise Now, which won Best Foreign Film at the Golden Globes. I had been wanting to see it, it has been on my DVD queue list with the company I recently cancelled my membership with because of their poor service… I’ll get another one somewhere else, there are so many online DVD rental places to choose from now.

Tonight I threw in another video, and again there was no opening credits so it was another guessing game. But I knew the second I heard Orlando Bloom’s voice that it was Kingdom of Heaven, another movie I have been wanting to see. So, score a couple for AH.

Yesterday I went to a BBQ at Christine’s house. She coined it “girls only” because her husband and his friends were off in BC golfing, so this was for the golf widows and a few extras like myself. One woman brought her husband because he doesn’t golf, and Christine made sure the hot young male cook from the Pub was on hand to light up the barby, cook the steaks and serve us drinks. Two men among about 15 women. “Chum” (as we were told to call our cook, Christine even made him a muscle shirt with that name haha) was going a little mad with all that estrogen around. I think he quite enjoyed himself and may very well now have a “thing” for older women.

It was great not to be the oldest women somewhere! Almost everyone was over 40, and so warm, sexy and funny. It felt so good to be surrounded by this group. I had a blast. I also didn’t drink any alcohol, and Chum kept me well stocked with bottles of water. I figured I’d rather blow my calories on food than drink them! No one ever goes hungry at Christine’s. She is the hostess with the mostess. I was there from 2:00 until almost 10:00 p.m. and left before they even brought out dessert. It’s a never ending food fest at that house! I brought the hummus and pita, of course.

The sad point of the day was Christine’s kitty, Brew… she is almost 19 years old now, and not holding up very well at all. Last time I saw her she looked 100 times better… she’s not eating, and throwing up almost everything she does eat. Christine is thinking she may have to put her down this week, and is having a very hard time with that. I’ve only had my kitties three weeks and I can’t imagine losing them, never mind after 19 years! “This is the longest relationship I have ever had in my life”, Christine said. Yup, there is something to be said about that pet relationship. It’s very special. I told Christine about when I had my past life regression, and was taken to “the other side”, and I saw my cat Boots from when I was a kid. He jumped up into my arms. I honestly don’t know if it was all bullshit, but it seemed to make Christine feel better. I do believe our cherished pets will be waiting for us over there, anyway, whether what I saw was my imagination or not.

Oh yeah! On Saturday night Michelle and I went to the Pub to see Heather Blush. She was great as expected. This was a fundraiser to hopefully raise some money for the making of a music video (I love indie artists!) I tossed a few dollars in and also bought a CD to help the cause. That gets me on the list to attend the screening when the video is completed too, so that will be fun.

On a totally non-music related point, Heather is so cute. I would give my eye teeth for her body. She has such a nice curvy figure – none of this size two stuff going on. A real woman’s body, the kind that if I were a man I would much rather be reaching out to touch than the skin and bones of supermodels! She is one sexy babe.

As is her guitar player, who I found out was born in New Zealand and is part Maori, which explains why I find him so attractive. I’m a big fan of those dark features. And his long, thick, gorgeous, straight black hair is all the way down his back. AND he has lots of family in NZ and goes back EVERY TWO YEARS!! Sigh… marry me! Hee.

Oh, wait, he smokes. That’s right. It’s so over, sorry mate.

Happy Victoria Day, y’all. Seriously one of those “any excuse for a day off” days. It would be nice if we could have holidays on all the Royals birthdays, because, you know, they all mean so much to our daily lives as Canadians.

My great photography skillz… it would be a lot easier to get pictures of them ON me if someone else was around to take them!

I see it’s been awhile since I have written an actual entry. And I can see by my stats that I’ve had almost as many hits at this point in May than any other month in total this year, so I am thinking kitty pics are popular. What to do… post pictures, or write? I will try to do both for the time being. My mother, who gets to see these kids in person more than anyone else, is even bugging me to put more pictures up here. She’s obsessed, I tell ya!

Not quite as much as me, though. This is the biggest commitment I have ever made in my life! I was reading a great, fun book recently about a 45 year old woman who is still single and on her own, and it goes back through her dating life, all the different men she dated and some of the worst dates in history, and some of the best that turned into bad relationships. Anyway, by the end of the book she gets herself a dog, and realizes that it’s a lot more work than she realized, but work she loved to do. This was her first major committed relationship. She realized although no one had ever committed to her, she had never committed to anyone either, so this was a big step! I sort of feel that way. My kittens rely on me to take care of them, and I get unconditional love, a lot of laughs, cuddles, smooshes and the licking of my closed eyelids in return. And it’s going to be this way for many, many years! My first live-in relationship that I can’t up and leave when they don’t do their share of the grocery shopping or housework and eat all my peanut butter.

So I’ve been working on a fun project. Emma and I have been asked to handle promotions for Rob Szabo, me in the West and Emma in the East. Rob is going to be in Grande Prairie next week so I got him an interview with their paper, and the Calgary Herald is going to do something on him before he plays here June 3rd. I’m really, really hoping I can get FFWD to do an article too, but so far they are not responding. I should be receiving some CDs from Rob either today or Monday and I am going to march right in there and hand it over personally and beg. Or something equally professional. Rob is so amazing, I can’t imagine him being overlooked. He has an ecard at his website where you can listen to a lot of the album and watch the videos – Rob Szabo’s Awesome Ecard. If anyone reading this has friends in high places in the Canadian media, be a sport and help a cool, talented musician out!!

On Tuesday I worked at the Pub. It was a hot day, so when I got home I immediately peeled off my clothes and put on a white cotton nightie to “free” myself and cool off (don’t you ladies feel “free” when you remove your bra? I sure do. But then, my bras aren’t exactly dainty, with the thick straps and underwire supporting these bodacious ta-ta’s). I turned the fan on and settled in to read and watch TV and play with kittens. Shortly after 9:00 p.m. I received a surprise phone call from Kim, who had just arrived in town to attend a conference the next day and was wondering if I wanted to go for a coffee. “Are you in your pajamas already?” Hahaha I’ve been in them since 4:30. Anyway, I can throw clothes on for this. Kim and her friend/co-worker Pam dropped by first to meet the kittens, and then we found ourselves on a little patio outside a coffee shop in Kensington drinking lattes at 11:00. And they weren’t decaf.

Yesterday wasn’t quite as hot as the days before, so luckily a white cotton nightie was not my wardrobe of choice all day and I actually put on real clothes eventually. (I have a few really comfy cotton nightgowns… a couple long ones from Victoria’s Secret, like this one, AND I LOOK JUST LIKE THAT IN IT TOO, so you can bet I wear them around the house whenever I see fit!) I say “luckily” I was dressed, because I had another surprise visitor. AH called to see if I was home, and he pulled up to my patio doors while we were talking. He had taped a bunch of movies for me weeks ago and finally remembered to put them in the car. He handed me 4 tapes – he doesn’t really remember what they are, he just taped movies he figured I would like, and if I’ve already seen them then no biggie. They’re not labeled of course, so it will be a surprise. I’m looking forward to that!

A few minutes after he left, I received another phone call, this time from my friend Jay, whom I haven’t seen in ages. Usually him and his wife Katrina and I get together once/week for wing night, but lately we’ve all been busy with other stuff and haven’t met up. So last night they grabbed me and we went to a nearby pub and had a few drinks and food and caught up. It was nice.

Today I need to get some stuff done around here and then mom and Bob are picking me up to go to the chiropractor and then dinner. There will be a brief stop at the Lebanese deli for hummus and a possible returning of the expensive cat litter box that is more work than it’s supposed to be and not worth it (the scooping/sifting boxes are better and less work, IMHO) and then maybe I’ll throw in a “surprise” movie and see how well AH thinks he knows me!

It starts off innocently enough…

Sigh… my babies.

Or, How I Spent My Saturday.

I know my kitties love me, I know they do, but MAN do they ever have sharp teeth. Pepper drew blood yesterday (see, I told you they were named appropriately, she’s definitely the feistier one!)

I bought them one of those cat tree thingys, so they could have something to climb up and claw at besides my couch and scooter chair. Something high up in front of the patio doors, where they could hang out and watch people passing by.

I ended up going with a cheaper model that didn’t have bobbles hanging from it - $80 as opposed to $200. Bob came up with the idea of tying some little jingle bell balls I have to it with yarn. So we did that, but they loved the yarn SO much, Bob ended up leaving a few long pieces hanging around for them to grab at. I was concerned they may wrap their neck in it and strangle themselves, but Bob assured me the yarn would break before something like that would happen.

We watched them play and play and play and it was very cute.

Within 5 minutes, Pepper’s back leg was wrapped in yarn and she was hanging upside down literally by a thread! I shrieked and ran over to save her. She was so scared she scratched and bit at me, HARD. That forced me to let go of her for a second, but then I was right back in there to untangle her. Once she was set free she ran across the room to cower somewhere. While I ran my bloody finger under cold water and mom got me a bandage, Bob cut the long pieces of yarn off the tree!

Sorry, I was a little too distracted to get a picture of that. Heh.

For the next few hours it was “Pita’s house” while Pepper found other things to do. She was justifiably freaked out. I went to the mall (that’s me in a crisis) and found some great little (safer) jingly hanging things. I took down one of the jingle balls and replaced it with a jingly spider on an elastic-type string. Pita loved it.

Pepper was taken with another toy I bought (Walmart has cheap little toys, they’re not so spoiled) (Okay maybe a little).

So much so, that she eventually ripped the orange feather right off and just took that with her everywhere and played with it.

So now it’s just left with a red feather and a bell, but they still like it.

By the evening, Pepper overcame her fears and was back in the tree with her sister,

where they lived happily ever after.

The end.

So, I am talking with AH about the cute Access driver I met on Wednesday. I tell him he is also from a culture where family is a big part of your life and they all live together and everything, but, his entire family is in another country so THAT is great hehe. I said “they’re in Peru.” He said “Peru? Where is Peru?” Uh – I dunno, I’m geographically ignorant, I couldn’t have even pointed out Lebanon on a map before I met AH. I said, “all I know is, he looked sort of Lebanese, so when he was talking about family and his culture I asked him if he is Lebanese, and he said’‘no, but close, I’m Persian’”. AH laughed his ass off. “PERU! He’s from Iran“.

Doh!

“It’s okay, momma. We still love you.”

My housekeeper came on Monday. Last time they were here (it’s always someone different, light housekeeping help sent by the City about once/month for people with disabilities) she broke the bench in my bathtub by pulling it out really hard when it isn’t meant to be pulled out! There are strong suction cups on the legs and if you want to move it, you need to slide it and use your fingers to peel them up or whatever. Usually they just clean around it, which I prefer, because if they move it they rarely put it back in the right spot and I have trouble moving it into place. Anyway, she pulled the leg right out and then snuck out of here without saying anything to me. I noticed it about an hour after she left and called them immediately. It took this long for them to get someone out to look at it. Luckily I could still sit on it, as the leg rested on top of the suction cup, it just wasn’t attached so I had to be careful. A man arrived with the housekeeper on Monday to look at it, and today he took it in for repairs. I’ll get it back tomorrow. Finally. It was damaged on March 27! Trust the City to act quickly.

I liked the housekeeper they sent me this time, she was here once before. I wish you could pick who comes out to your place all the time. I’ve only ever called once and said “Please don’t send her again”, because she was exceptionally bad, but usually none of them are THAT great to begin with. They are not professionals like Mini-Maids or something, just young women that have immigrated here from mostly third world countries and are in this two-year program, being paid to do light housekeeping while they learn English, go to school, and figure out what they want to do. That’s why you get someone different most of the time, because they are in a transition anyway. Very sweet girls, all of them, but they’re not even allowed to get down on their hands and knees to scrub something, and most of them dust “around” things and skip dusting what is actually on the table or shelf. Maybe one in five actually dust the telephone and lamp on my nightstand.

Anyway, it’s free, and they vacuum and clean my bathroom and if not for them my shelves would NEVER be dusted (except my mom would probably do it when she comes over because it would drive her nuts), so I can’t really complain.

They’re not going to be cleaning the cat litter box though. Ugh. I love having two kittens, I can’t imagine just having one now, but I could do without twice as much poop to clean up. And I really wonder how something so big can come out of something so small. And so often.

Yesterday I went to the dentist and had a really cute Access driver on the way home. The cutest I’ve seen since AH (but nowhere near as hot). He is definitely single, has an ex-girlfriend here but no ex or current wife thankyouverymuch, he’s 5 years younger than me (not bad), and although his culture is very similar to AH’s and one where the family all lives together etc. etc. he is all by himself in Calgary, his entire family is in Peru. That means his mother, too. He only has two cousins in Toronto that sponsored him into Canada 9 years ago. Hehehe Anyway, I only found this out because the car was full of people and we were all chatting, it wasn’t like he was telling me all of this personally. But he did call me sweetie when he dropped me off. Tee hee!

I submitted a picture of Pita & Pepper to Cute Little Kittens and the next day they were on the “cutest kittens” page with a rating of 8.81. They’re not anymore, so please click here and vote “10″ THANK YOU!!

We don’t always need to snuggle up together…

But we prefer it that way.

I watched a great movie last night, a gay love story. No, not Brokeback Mountain (which is at the top of my DVD queue and has been for weeks, but it usually takes forever to get new releases). This was called Touch of Pink. I didn’t know it was a romantic comedy, or that it centered around a gay couple, because I only read the synopsis at DVDflix which gave none of that. I just knew it was about a Canadian Ismaili named Alim living in England and making a life for himself over there, and then his mother coming over from Toronto telling him it is time to come home and settle down with a nice Muslim wife. His cousin, (”The Dentist! Who Bought his Mother a Big House!”) is getting married and it puts pressure on Alim’s mother, because everyone is asking when Alim is going to do the same. She makes up stories about him having a brain surgeon fiancé, and when she goes to London she eventually finds out he is actually gay. She returns home devastated. Alim comes back for the wedding, during which time we learn his cousin is also gay, but is just doing what is expected of him for the family. Even his mother knows he is gay, but she is getting a beautiful daughter in law and grandchildren, so that is all that matters. As long as it looks good. (Best line, said to the cousin by Alim’s mother - “your mother has a baby grande piano. She can’t play a note on that either”.) Something I am seeing a lot of these days, through AH and his Muslim culture and large family. It’s amazing to me, to learn how many men in his family married and had children with a woman they barely even knew, because it was expected of them and they were pressured into it. AH included. Now I am wondering if any of them are actually gay!! When you think about the statistics, with one in every (whatever number) men being gay, there has GOT to be at least one. I watch Oprah, I know there are many gay men out there that married and had kids because it was expected of them. And in a family and community as big as AH’s, where family, religion and culture plays such a huge role, there has got to be some secrets.

Now I don’t want a bunch of Muslims getting angry at me in my comments, I am just talking and expressing my thoughts. It’s my blog! And I laughed my ass off when I decided on the title hehe

Anyway, the movie was very interesting, thought provoking, and FUNNY as hell. One of my favourite character actors, Brian George, stars as the father of the groom. You might remember him as “Babu” in some Seinfeld episodes. Kyle MacLaughlin plays the spirit of Cary Grant, Alim’s “angel” of sorts. Sooooo funny. I highly recommend seeing this movie for something different, yet universal. As Cary Grant says, “oh, it’s the oldest story in the book… boy meets boy, boy loses boy and goes to Toronto, boy gets back together with boy in London for a happy ending…” Heh. Ultimately, the happy endings belong to those who live their lives being themselves, and not what others expect them to be. As long as you can handle watching two attractive men in bed together kissing, check this movie out. Jimi Mistry is way hotter that Jake Gyllenhaal in my books!

Today I slept in, something awful. I remember waking up around 5:00 a.m. with kittens playing on me, and thinking “I have so much I need to do, I may as well just get up now…” but decided to go back to sleep. When I finally awoke, it was 1:00. I was shocked. Yet, I continued to lay in bed while kitties tore around me for another hour, and then my cousin called. We were on the phone for about an hour, so it was actually 3:00 before I got OUT of bed. After feeding kitties and making a coffee and puttering around on the computer, I realized the mall closes at 5:00 on Sundays so I better move my butt if I wanted my latte. I managed to shower and dress and be out the door about 10 minutes before 5. I raced to the mall on my scooter, but Second Cup was “only serving brewed coffee now” because it was almost closing and everything was covered up. Gasp!! What to do, what to do… I decided, what the hell, it’s not a bad day out, so I left the mall and scootered over in the direction of Tim Horton’s, thinking a French Vanilla/half coffee would do. Then I decided to take it once step further and go all the way to the Starbuck’s in Safeway. An hour later I was safe and sound in my La-Z-Boy, enjoying my drink. What a girl won’t do for her latte! Perhaps I’m an addict. I’m doing another detox soon, and I’ll tell you right now, giving up coffee is going to be the hardest thing about it!!

“Wait, hold still, I see something there –”