Today I left the house intending to go to my favourite store Rapt on Preston Street to get a present for my mother's birthday. But the STORE was GONE.
Boo.
So I came back home, changed my shoes for a longer walk, and headed into Hintonburg. Looked through a million stores, couldn't find a thing, then finally settled on neat goodies from the Bagelshop. On my way back home, I passed by Bridgehead, and heard some crazy lady saying, "Excuse me? Yoo-hoo!" It was Kathy, who lives down the street from my parents. She's the one who owns the scotties that I used to babysit.
While we were shooting the shit, a familiar figure walked by. I looked once, twice, and it was AMANDA, the lovely and completely inimitable classmate from my hazy days as an undergrad. I love that girl.
And after coffee, I walked past THIS GUY whose pants were SO LOW on his skinny white ass that you could see the curve of the under-cheek. He was trying to be cool, but he had to walk like a penguin just so his pants wouldn't fall down.
I wish I could have surreptitiously filmed it for your benefit.
Back from Michigan, where I've been since Friday.
First we stopped in Toronto to pick up Victor, who is the closest to a friendly black lab that I have ever seen a human being. We made it to Ann Arbor to help my brother and Thida move around one Saturday morning.
Andrew, of course, has food poisoning, or some kind of parasite, so he's not the most useful person. Plus there are two small girls running around. Then we nearly crushed Victor with a washing machine. And then there's a ten-year-old sleepover. Then the toilet backs up and floods through the floor into the kitchen.
BUT
It was actually a lot of fun.
And I got to show my favourite store, Trader Joe's, to Andy. We walked 5km there and 5km back.
So I got plenty of exercise this weekend.
So today I wore my favourite tunic style shirt to work. Soft jersey cotton, empire waist.
And the computer guru guy asked me if I was pregnant.
Ouch.
Now that's not really something you SAY to someone, even if you THINK they are pregnant. If you're not sure, you don't say it.
So tomorrow I'm buying a pair of running shoes.
Feck.
For some reason, I'm less bothered by pigeons in the ventilation systems when Andy's home, but he's been gone since Monday and won't be back until Saturday at the earliest.
Also I think this particular pigeon is more adventurous than most. And all the other pigeons are worried about the pigeon so they're shitting all over my windowsills.
So I've taped a grocery bag over the hole where the vent cover should be and isn't. It's my psychological defense mechanism.
. . . anyway . . .
What does everyone think about this Olympics debacle?
I'm torn, I have to say. I mean, way to combine my two main interests in life - sports and the freedom of Tibet - and pit them against each other.
I'm a huge fan of furthering the future of amateur athletes - my whole purpose in life is to make life easier for aspiring athletes.
That said, I fell in love with Tibet in my second year of university and it KILLS me that they live in oppression. China sucks.
I fucking hate pigeons. Such dirty ugly annoying birds.
Pigeons really like my house, however. So much so that they like to sit on top of the chimney that leads down to the vent above my stove. A chimney with no grating over it. So then they fall down, and I get to listen to them cooing and scratching in the vent (they do this in the outvent to my dryer, as well). Anyway, there's been a pigeon stuck in there for about two days now. I can never tell if they get out again or if they die and now there's a pile of pigeons filling up my chimney.
But listening to the scratching I live in fear that one of them is going to plop out one day into whatever I'm cooking . . .
Anyway, I've been keeping busy. Andy's away this week, not likely to return until Saturday at this point, so I'm puttering around, catching up on the cleaning I didn't do when I was working my ass off last week. I've also been throwing away things like you wouldn't believe. I essentially got rid of an entire book shelf unit's worth of books, went through and chucked half my closet, a chunk of my knick-knacks . . .
So now all my crap is piled on my dining room table.
In addition, I went to my parents' house last night and, after more years than I can remember of collecting, said goodbye to my water collection. Sad, but necessary. It's not like I was planning on taking it with me. No reason for my parents to keep it for me. This is what it used to look like.
So that's me these days. Wedding plans are moving along. I can't book the ceremony venue until the office gets its 2009 calendar some time in May, so I can't book the officiant until then, either. We also can't seem to agree on bridesmaid dresses, but other than that, everything is hunky dory.
This morning I took my maid of honour and my future sister-in-law downtown and bought a wedding dress.
For real.
How crazy is that?
We topped off the morning with a bottle of champagne. It seemed fitting.