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Date Day 1

Babe and I had our first in a series of dates for this year on Saturday. We’ll do one per week for three weeks, then one per month, following the Date Night Challenge Stacey blogged about. We’d planned to go downtown and play some frisbee. It ended up being a very full day. We got up and out the door fairly early for a run-walk. It felt good to get outside and do something. After that, we had showers and breakfast. I don’t remember what was next, but Babe definitely conked out on me. She had a nap, and I was left to my own devices for a while.

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Look at all the Happy Mail I got! ūüėÄ

Finally, we got out the door again. We went downtown and did a little shopping for my swap addiction. I needed to find cool souvenir items to send to my swap buddies. IT only took three stores to get everything I needed. We walked to the park we wanted to play frisbee in, and it was a pretty long walk. Maybe 20 minutes? By the time we got there, I said, “I’m not gonna lie, Babe… I feel like we’ve already worked out and can’t even play frisbee for too long.” She said, “Me too!”

Well, you know me… We didn’t walk all the way there for nothing. We tossed the frisbee back and forth for about 15 minutes. It was fun! Even more fun than I’d expected. Even when I got tired, I was reluctant to stop. Haha.

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Sign at our favourite restaurant/stall

We went across the street to the ever-popular Fish Fry which is a strip of restaurants and food stalls. We treated ourselves to conch fritters and daiquiris. We walked another 5 minutes to the beach where we found a rock to sit on and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. A third wheel appeared, but it flew away when it saw me pulling me out my camera to get evidence. Damn seagulls!

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My conch fritters bring all the birds to the yard!

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Pina Colada and Strawberry Mango daiquiris. ūüôā

By the time we got home, we were both feeling relaxed and happy, commenting that it was a very nice day. Salad for dinner and tv shows for entertainment and the day felt quite done and well-lived.

And yes… We broke the rules. We’re doing our dates during the day. REBELS!

What did you do on Saturday? When’s the last time you dated your partner? Will you do the Date Challenge?

Questions from Sunday Stealing

If you’re here looking for my answers to the Community Meme 2011, head over to Flavor Internationale where I posted my answers. I did it late because I had things to deal with on the weekend. If not, you can still check it out, but read this post too!

You already know I LOVE answering interesting questions. I stole these from Sunday Stealing. No, I don’t feel bad about it.

26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

YES! It took me a while to get here, but I’m here. And loving it. Thankful for the getting-away-from-the-family experience. I really needed it to come into my own. I was too busy being who people thought I was and/or who people thought I should be to ever really get to know me. Isn’t that crazy?! I had to go two countries north to have enough space to grow.

27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate the sound of pencils on paper, cardboard scraping cardboard… That type of thing. I love the sound of the ocean.

28) What’s your biggest “what if”?

Hmmm… What if I never went off to school?! My gooossshhh. TRAGIC! Seriously. Oh, wait. What if I never took a chance, never opened up, never siezed an opportunity? I’d have missed out on education, amazing experiences, perfect love… Oh, man. WHAT IF?!

29) Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe in spirits. Scary creeping things in white? No.

30) How about aliens?

I believe in the possibility of the existence of aliens. I also believe that I am part alien. And that’s okay.

31) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

To allow myself to be open.

32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

A place called “Alone.” People say it’s okay to be alone… Just not lonely. And that there is a difference. Let me tell you… The human condition… It is such that it requires that we do not live unto, into, or by ourselves. That’s just the way that it is. And if you are ALONE… With no one else around, no one to talk to, no one to lean on, no one to laugh with… Darlin’, you are LONELY. Maybe not for a day or a week, but you stay in that situation for an extended period of time, and BELIEVE me… You will intimately know LONELY.

And I am NOT talking about boyfriend/girlfriend-boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. I’m speaking in a broad sense.

33) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Ever watched Pollack? Hahaha. If you did, you’d know that the answer is YES. Now, does it ALWAYS bring on more creativity? NO.

34) Most attractive actor of your opposite gender?

I’m not good with actors’ names. And I’m not good at recalling people with any particular quality. Good looks, nice hair, best speaking voice… Nothing like that. Not on demand. So I’m stumped.

35) To you, what is the meaning of life?

You can find the meaning of “life” in any dictionary. What is to be questioned is the PURPOSE of life.

As far as a definition goes, maybe life is just the time between birth and death. Maybe it’s the word that describes a way of living. Maybe it’s characterized by abilities to breathe, move, respond, reproduce, etc. *shrugs* So many possible definitions. In my opinion, just breathing isn’t living. It’s not enough. So by that, life can’t just be breath. Right?

36) Define ‚ÄúArt‚ÄĚ.

Open to interpretation. A name given to the innumerable ways of representing people, places, things, and ideas. A way of sending a particular message. The transfer of a dream, vision, and/or feeling to a tangible shared piece. The act of birthing the intangible into a 3D world.

37) Do you believe in luck?

Probably. By another name. Or term. I believe in the power of the universe. I believe in the cycle. In reaping what is sown. Even so, I believe in chance. And possiblity. I believe in cause and effect. And choice.

38) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Great people, for starters. Honesty, trust, loyalty, and friendship work together to make a great foundation. Everything else is just aesthetic. Depends on the taste of the people in the relationship.

39) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Ummm… This is another one of those things that I can’t think of on the spot. I have to hear the song to know. Hella Good by No Doubt is playing right now. This makes me feel good. ūüôā

40) Where were you yesterday?

Yesterdaaayyy… Spent the first part of the day at home with Babe. The afternoon and early evening were spent at the hospital with my mum. Then back home to Babe.

41) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Horrid infection that almost ate away my entire ear. Sexy.

42) Do you have any obsessions right now?

The idea of writing. I have to say “the idea” of it because I haven’t been doing enough of it. I just think about it a lot. Fantastize about it. I WANNA do it. It’s just the tiiiiime. I have great space to do it in. I just need life to chiiillllll for a minute.

43) What’s up?

I’m at work. Printing the last of over 400 envelopes. I’ll be spending the afternoon (and probably part of tomorrow) folding letters and stuffing the envelopes. Babe is here too. Working away. Our lunch order didn’t get placed in time, so we’re gonna run out a little earlier and grab food.

I just called my aunt (my dad’s aunt)¬†to see what’s up. She said my uncle (my mother’s twin brother) called to say he’s taking her there (from the hospital) at 2pm. WOOHOO! She’s getting out of there! A part of me is a bit afraid. I don’t know how it’s gonna go. My aunt is great, and she’ll make sure mum eats on time and everything, but she’s over 70. She can’t hold my mother’s body weight up.¬†I don’t know how she’s going to get to and from the bathroom. She’s still only making about 15 (tiny)¬†steps at a time, and in about 3 minutes. Maybe we’ll have to buy a commode for her.

I don’t know. I don’t wanna stress. I just want things to be okay. *breathes*

44) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Probably. *shrugs*

45) Do you believe in real magic?

No. But I DO believe in FAKE magic. What the hell kinda question… LOL.

46) Do you ever hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

I have, yes. I don’t any more. I’ve learned that it’s harder on me than it is on them. I’d rather free them if it means that I can free myself. I don’t wanna go around carrying unnecessary baggage/burdens. Let it go, let it go, let it go. Nothing is so serious that I have to take it around with me.

47) What’s your favorite (non-pet) animal?

ELEPHANTS!

48) What is your secret weapon to get people to like you?

I don’t have one. This is likely because I don’t care. ūüôā

49) Where is your best friend?

Right here. ūüôā

50) What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Dedogdemon.

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Things My Girlfriend And I Have Argued About – StumbleUpon

This is just too hilarious. The list is long, and this isn’t all of it. I’ve highlighted some of my favourites for your skimming/scanning pleasure. My comments are italicized, and purple.

  • The way one should cut a Kiwi Fruit in half (along its length or across the middle).
  • Leaving the kitchen door open (three times a day that one, minimum).
  • The best way to hang up washing.
  • Those little toothpaste speckles you make when you brush your teeth in front of the mirror. This bothers me.
  • I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I’d eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Margret accused me of doing this, ‘deliberately to annoy her’. Ahahahaha.¬†
  • Which way – the distances were identical – to drive round a circular bypass (this resulted in her kicking me in the head from the back seat as I drove along).
  • The amount of time I spend on the computer. (OK, fair enough.)
  • First Born’s name (Jonathan). Then, when that was settled…
  • How to¬†pronounce¬†First Born’s name. I’m clearly uninformed. There are multiple ways to pronounce “Jonathan” now?
  • Our telephone number.
  • Which type of iron to buy (price wasn’t an issue, it was the¬†principle, damnit).
  • Where to sit in the cinema. On those occasions when we a) manage to agree to go to the cinema together and, b) go to see the same film once we’re there. (No, really). This is just funny.¬†
  • Whether her cutting our son’s hair comes under ‘money-saving skill’ or ‘therapy in the making’.
  • Shortly after every single time Margret touches my computer, for any reason whatsoever, I have to spend twenty minutes trying to fix crashes, locked systems, data loses, jammed drives, bizarre re-configurations and things stuck in the keyboard. There then follows a free and frank exchange of views with, in my corner, ‘It’s your fault,’ and, in hers, ‘It’s a curious statistical anomaly.’
  • Margret enters the room. The television is showing¬†Baywatch. Margret says, ‘Uh-huh, you’re watching¬†Baywatch¬†again.’ I say, ‘I’m not watching, it’s¬†just on.’ Repeat. For the duration of the programme. And no one figured turning the tv off would make sense? Oh. Okay.
  • She wants to paint the living room yellow. I have not the words.
  • Margret doesn’t like to watch films on the TV. No, hold on – let me make sure you’ve got the inflection here: Margret doesn’t like to¬†watch¬†films on the TV. She¬†says¬†she does, but years of bitter experience have proven that what she actually wants is to sit by me¬†while I narrate the entire bleeding film to her. ‘Who’s she?’, ‘Why did he get shot?’, ‘I thought that one was on their side?’, ‘Is that a bomb’ – ‘JUST WATCH IT! IN THE NAME OF GOD,¬†JUST WATCH IT!’ The hellish mirror-image of this is when she furnishes me, deaf to my pleading, with¬†her¬†commentary. Chair-clawing suspense being assaulted mercilessly from behind by such interjections as, ‘Hey! Look! They’re the cushions¬†we’ve¬†got.’, ‘Isn’t she the one who does that tampon advert?’ and, on one famous occasion, ‘Oh, I’ve seen this – he gets killed at the end.’ THIS drives me CRAZY. Babe sort of asks me questions as we watch movies. I just regard them as rhetorical questions. Sometimes, if the question is interesting, or seems like it needs answering, I answer it. That’s less than 50% of the time.¬†
  • Margret thinks I’m vain because… I use a mirror when I shave.¬†Does Margret look at her legs when she shaves them? I want to know. During this argument in the bathroom – our fourth most popular location for arguments, it will delight and charm you to learn – Margret proved that shaving with a mirror could only be seen as¬†outrageous¬†narcissism by saying, ‘None of the other men I’ve been with,’ (my, but it’s all I can do to stop myself hugging her when she begins sentences like that) ‘None of the other men I’ve been with used a mirror to shave.’
    ‘Ha! Difficult to check up on that, isn’t it? As all the other men you’ve been with can now only communicate by blinking their eyes!’ I said. Much later. When Margret had left the house. His unheard response. Ahahahahahahaa.
  • The TV Remote. It is only by epic self-discipline on both our parts that we don’t argue about the TV Remote to the exclusion of all else. It does the TV Remote a disservice to suggest that it is only the cause of four types of argument, but space, you will understand, is limited so I must concentrate on the main ones.
    1) Ownership of the TV Remote: this is signified by its being on the arm of the chair/sofa closest to you – it is more important than life itself.
    2) On those blood-freezing occasions when you look up from your seat to discover that the TV Remote is still lying on top of the TV, then one of you must retrieve it; who shall it be? And how will this affect (1)?
    3) Disappearance of the TV Remote. Precisely who had it last will be hotly disputed, witnesses may be called. Things can turn very nasty indeed when the person who isn’t looking for it is revealed to be unknowingly sitting on it.
    4) The TV Remote is a natural nomad and sometimes, may the Lord protect us, it goes missing for whole days. During these dark times, someone must actually, in an entirely literal sense, get up to change the channel; International Law decrees that this, “will not be the person who did it last” – but can this be ascertained? Without the police becoming involved?
  • See if you can spot the difference between these two statements:
    (a) “Those trousers¬†make your backside look fat.”
    (b) “You’re a repellently obese old hag upon whom I am compelled to heap insults and derision – depressingly far removed from the, ‘stupid, squeaky, pocket-sized English women,’ who make up my vast catalogue of former lovers and to whom I might as well return right now as I hate everything about you.”
    Maybe the acoustics were really bad in the dining room, or something. Oh, this poor man. He has no idea, does he?
  • She keeps making me carry tampons around – ‘Here, have these, just in case.’
    ‘Oooooooh, why can’t¬†you¬†carry them?’
    ‘I’ve got no pockets.’
    Then, of course, I forget about them. And the next time I’m meeting The Duchess of Kent or someone I pull a handkerchief out of my pocket and shower feminine hygiene products everywhere. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
  • She really over-reacts whenever she catches me wearing her underwear. *takes really long pause* Okay.
  • Now, what you have to realise is that this was¬†from nowhere, OK? Don’t think there were previous conversations or situations that put this in context. Oh no. Just imagine the, ‘What the¬†f…?’ moment you’d have been standing in if¬†your¬†partner had said this to you, because you’d have had as much preparation as I did. So, it’s just after Christmas and Margret’s moaning about her present (I forget what it was, a Ferrari, I think – but in the wrong colour or something), um, actually, let me come back to this, that reminds me… This man is HILARIOUS. LOL.
  • Presents. Before every birthday, Christmas or whatever I’ll say, ‘What do you want?’ And Margret will say, ‘Surprise me.’ And I’ll reply, ‘Noooooo, just tell me what you want. If I guess it’ll be the wrong thing, it’s¬†always¬†the wrong thing.’ And then she’ll come out with that, ‘No, it won’t. It’ll be what you chose, and a surprise, that’s what’s important,’ nonsense. And I’ll say, ‘Sweetest, you say that¬†now, but come Christmas morning it’ll be, “What the hell were you thinking?” again, won’t it?’ And she replies, ‘No. It. Won’t.’ And I say, ‘Yes, it will.’ And she says, ‘Don’t patronise¬†me.’ And the neighbours freeze in their seats for a moment next door, before jumping up and removing anything they have on the shelves on the adjoining wall. And, in the end, Margret gets her way. And I hunt around in utter desperation for two months for something before finally finding the one item that will work at 7.30pm on Christmas Eve for a cost of twenty-three-and-a-half thousands pounds. And on Christmas morning it’s, ‘What the hell were you thinking?’ But anyway. Join the man club, buddy.
  • Back at the previous item, it’s just after Christmas and Margret’s going on about her present, which was, you’ll recall, a necklace of a single diamond suspended on a delicate chain of white gold and sapphires. And this is what I hear come out of her mouth – ‘Why didn’t you get me a wormery,¬†I dropped enough hints?’ You¬†what?
  • When Margret used to go shopping and she’d see, for example, a pair of jeans in a department store, do you know what she used to do? Try them on. I think you’re all with me here, but just for anyone who’s joined us late, I don’t mean she’d¬†go to the changing rooms and try them on. That would be a preposterous idea wouldn’t it? No, she’d just get undressed there in the middle of the sales floor to try them on. It took me some considerable time to persuade her that this wasn’t normal behaviour in Britain, despite what she might have seen on Benny Hill. Even then, she only stopped – amid much eye-rolling and, ‘You and your silly social conventions,’ head shaking – to humour me. It rubs a tiny circle from the misted-up window through which you can view the tormented, horizonless landscape that is My World to mention that I’d entirely forgotten about all this until someone sent me a email yesterday that accidentally exhumed the memory. With Margret this kind of thing just gets drowned out by the general noise. I wouldn’t be surprised if, a few months from now, I’m here writing, ‘Ahhh – that reminds me of Margret’s role in the John Lennon shooting…’
  • Wherever I’m standing is where Margret needs to be standing, and vice versa. Doesn’t matter where we are – the kitchen, the bathroom, Scotland – we each infuriatingly occupy the space where the other one wants to be, urgently. Over the years we’ve developed signals for this situation. Mine is to stand behind her and mutter under my breath. Margret’s is to shoulder-charge me out of the way. I think I like this Margret person. Hahahaha.
  • A Few Concepts Margret Continues To Have Trouble Assimilating:
  1. It’s possible to stop buying plants.
  2. Can you¬†please¬†leave me alone, I’m on the lavatory.
  3. Ikea is just another shop.
  4. I asked you if you wanted any, I asked you Рnow stop eating it off my plate.
  5. One may have a thought and not say it. This does not make me insular, it merely separates me from you and that mad woman who’s always shouting at the pigeons outside the supermarket.
  6. They’re¬†just nail clippings. Nail clippings must be the most inert thing on the planet, how can anyone seriously have a problem with nail clippings? You might as well freak out with, ‘Bleuuuurrggh – helium!’ Really – just get a hold of yourself. So you’ve walked barefoot across the bathroom and you find this has resulted in a nail clipping or two sticking to the bottom of your foot; well, simply brush them off into the bin –¬†they’re just nail clippings.
  • Just for reference; if Margret returns from having her hair cut and says, ‘What do you think?’ and you reply, ‘I’d love you whatever your hair was like,’ well, that’s very much The Wrong Answer, OK?
  • ‘Get your hands off me – you’re¬†freezing.’ Ahahahaha. I relate to this. In the opposite way. It’s usually super hot here, and as much as we want to be close, sometimes it feels gross. I guess…
  • ‘I’m nearly there.’ Yeah. Right. This drives me crazy when it’s a lie.

  • I came home from work on Friday and, as I wearily opened the door into the house, Second Born,¬†Peter, heard me entering and poked his head out of the living room.
    ‘Hello, Papa – I’ve missed you,’ he shouts. From within the living room Margret’s voice calls out to him ‘No you haven’t, Peter.’

    You’re all up for testifying for me in court, right? Ahahahahaha

    Want to read more? Link below.

Things My Girlfriend And I Have Argued About – StumbleUpon.

Expect the Unexpected (via Maggie Mae’s Days)

LOVE this. Had to share it.

Expect the Unexpected I know I've heard many a person say, "You never know what to expect". ¬†Time and time again I've heard those words or uttered them myself in relation to various situations, circumstances and events. This has always held true in my personal experiences in life so far… Just when you think you know, you find out in reality you really have no idea… But you see, life always has a way of changing on ya… the path in the road winding in a different … Read More

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Please Keep Yours Hands in the Vehicle (Day 10 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 10 – Someone you need to let go or wish you didn’t know

My hands are always full. There’s no room to hold on to anything I don’t want or need. If it’s not good for me, I just drop it in favour of something better. Even if it’s just being able to hold on, more comfortably, to things I already have. I’m not one of those hanging-on people. I just can’t do it. As a matter of fact, I may be the type to let go of things prematurely. I just don’t like waste. Time, energy, resources… All too precious and limited. Must not be wasted.

I’m thinking really hard about this as I type. Is there someone? [5 minute pause] I really don’t think there is. I try to keep it clean and simple. It’s important that we sit in the driver’s seat of our lives. Not only to sit there and look like we’re in charge, but to really drive it. Like a car. Steer the wheel. Swerve out of the way (as safely as possible) when something’s coming at you that you really don’t need to crash into. Stop at the red light, and watch traffic go in the other direction. Take time to think about which way you’ll go. Get to 4-way stops where you follow the rules and let other people move first if they beat you there. Use OnStar if you really need some help, but keep your own thinking cap (driving goggles?) on. Be in control. Drop people off at their destinations. Don’t feel like you have to take them along for the entire ride. That’s really the key, isn’t it? Ever sat in the driver’s seat, but realized that a PASSENGER was taking YOU for a ride? Ha! No bueno!

Are you catching my drift? Is this making sense? My ride is so sweet; a lot of people wanna get a ride. I’m okay with running the occasional taxi service, but I get to decide on the route we’re taking, and when it’s time to get out… Buddy, get outta the car.

Anyone who needed to be kicked (left on) the curb has been already. There may be people riding my car now that will have to be dropped off at the next destination. Who knows?! I don’t, at this point, so for now, I’m enjoying the view as we take on these rolling hills, feeling the wind whip through my (1cm long) hair. Everyone still in the vehicle can fasten their seatbelts and keep their hands inside. They may be in it for the long haul.