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: