Saturday, August 30, 2008

Twisted Thoughts That Spin 'Round My Head

While many lyrics stick with me, there is one line from Pearl Jam's 'Black' that has always had personal meaning.

"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why can't it be mine?"

A fairly obvious quote, to be sure. But there are reasons that it is important to me.

When I ended things with an ex long ago, he said something very similar to me. And I knew he meant it. He cared about me so much that he wanted me to be happy in my life, and find the person I am truly meant to be with. But at the same time, he wished so badly for it to be him.

This broke my heart. To this day, it still does.

Over the years, I've become less sure that we actually find "the one". I desperately hope that it does exist, but I haven't any proof of it. At different points in my life, I thought I had just that. But maybe the reason I believed it so much was because I wanted it so badly that I was willing to be oblivious. I don't think I am anymore.

All I truly ever want is to be "the star in someone's sky". And maybe I am... but maybe I'm not.

Are we ever actually loved the full and complete way we want to be?

Maybe true love isn't a fairytale full of utter happiness and sweet words. Maybe it's accepting that nothing is perfect and being content with what you have; taking all the bad with whatever good you receive.

I don't know.

It might just be that I'm over-thinking on a lazy Saturday afternoon in St. Catharines.

Friday, August 29, 2008

I Am The Luckiest.

Happy birthday, boyfriend.

You crazy, silly, loving, intense, confusing, supportive, perfectly imperfect beautiful thing who has consumed my brain, heart, and entire life.

Thank you for so much. More than you know.

I love you.

(Now come home and make me dinner.)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I Hear Him Every Night, In Every Pore...

This weekend....

... I'm headed back home once again, but THIS time I'll actually see my friends.

... Is Craig's birthday. Guess how old!

... He is spending his birthday away from Crazy Freak Girlfriend (ie - me) and off with other people to fish, party, camp and be freeeee.

... I may once again break my foot while dancing at my uncle's show.




... I'd better see ALL my favourite hometown mofos, or there shall be hell to pay.

Seriously.

Hell. To. Pay.

So be around.

Get Off The Table, Mabel. The 5 Bucks Is For The Beer.

Meanwhile, back at the Cock & Tail...

We sat in the back room.... again.

With the lovely steer head... again.

And took pictures... again.

(Quelle surprise.)

Oh hi, random stranger.

This guy comes to the room we're alone in, and says that he was told he should come and get his picture taken.

I'm fairly certain he thought we were working for the bar.

Still, we obliged.

So here's your pics, dude-with-name-I-can't-remember.

When I find where I put your email address, they shall be yours.

Til then... you've been BLOGGED (and you'll probably never know it).

Monday, August 25, 2008

Weekend O' Family (AKA - The Boyfriend Picture Post)

This weekend, Craig, Jack and I packed up and headed to Niagara for family visits.

After hanging out at his mom's for awhile, we went to my Dad's birthday dinner.

I guess it was Craig's birthday dinner, too.

My men with their cake & candles. How sweet.

Yeah, ok. You're cute. I get it.

The next time I wanna throw things at you, I will look at this picture.

The ensuing "awwww, my boys..." comment will help to lessen my anger.

Sunday was the family picnic for my Irish side.

Poured like bloody hell.

Yeah, like that.

Not pictured - Kristen looking like a drowned rat. Be grateful.

Us doing the balloon toss.

I screwed up and made us lose. But isn't it lovely how well this photo captures my big damn butt?

Sigh. Very sad.

Ok Jack. Time to go home.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Waterfront Affront

Since Sunday was nice, we decided to take the dog and walk down along the waterfront.

Bad idea.

Jack has a water obsession, and went a little crazy.

It wasn't so much a 'walk' as it was a 'drag Jack away from the damn lake' outing.


Still nice, though.

So that evening, we had planned to go to Phil's for ribs. We like food (more than most things), so we were excited because we'd heard how great it was there.

We get there - closed on Sundays. Sonofabitch.

Dejected, we then stopped at a place up the road from Phil's, but weren't feeling it. So we left.

A little bummed and a lot hungry, we decided to step out closer to home and check out Julie's, a cute Cuban place on Dovercourt.


See? Cute, dammit.

My food.

Craig's food.

We'll be going back there, I'm sure.

As for Phil's - we aren't on speaking terms right now, but I'm sure things'll get smoothed over when we finally get some freakin' ribs!

Another Year...

Happy Birthday....
To the man that I can sit with at a bonfire

for hours upon hours, talking about nothing in particular

yet enjoying every minute of it.

To the man who taught me how to play baseball

and took the time to coach so I could get past my fears.

To the man who has supported pretty much everything I've ever done,

no matter how stupid or impossible it seemed (and sometimes truly was) at the time.

And to the man who never...

EVER...

...opens his eyes in posed pictures.

Happy birthday, Dad!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

She's Only Happy In The Sun

Oh, hey there August 21st!

I wasn't expecting you. You kinda snuck up on me, and I'm not all that impressed by it.

My brain is still stuck in June. Didn't summer just start?

No?
Well, shit. I never got the memo.

So I guess this means summer is almost over.

Seems as though I screwed up on this one.

Didn't take advantage of my favourite season; didn't do a whole bunch of crap that I honestly meant to do.

And hey, on the bright side... we did get a few days that didn't rain.

Look, I even found photo evidence of that.

Yup. Eight whole photos of non-rainy days.

Special.

And, I did also get in a beach day.

Literally, one beach day.

That turned out cloudy for the most part.

But I'm not complaining...

Ah screw it, yes I am!

Do I get a re-do? I'm not ready for cold weather and drafty windows. I need more patios and tank tops.

Please?

Think about it. Get back to me.

Until then, I'm pretending it's still June.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Rock n' Cockles



I randomly watched the beginning of Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny today, though I've seen it before. All I really needed to watch was the first song, because it is my absolute favourite part of the whole damn thang.

First off, the kid is so much like Jack Black... It astounds me. Way to go, casting! You've outdone yourselves.

Secondly, Dio makes an appearance. Many of you know how I feel about Dio.

Thirdly - Meatloaf! That's right, Meatloaf!

So enjoy. Or don't. Either way. I'll still dig it.


This post was brought to you by wifebeaters, boyfriend hats, and the letter Q.

Wanna Bet?


I'm not much of a better.

While I used to hold my own in poker games, I never had much luck at the casino and I've yet to spend any time at a racetrack.

Recently, I was sent a link to an online horse racing game and thought "Yeah, ok. Another game for me to suck at." But I tried it out.

You pick your character (I picked Lucy - the hot bitch. Thought she'd be good luck). Then you choose which type of bet you want to make, and then the horse. For the first little while, I was doing pretty good. Then, go figure, I lost all my pretend money. It's Monopoly all over again.

So, of course, I was right. It's another game for me to suck at. But at least it passes the time between emails, phone calls, and dog walks.

What a life. Meh.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

To See, Or Not To See? That Is The Question.

I like Shakespeare.

So when I saw that Hamlet 2 was coming out, I was... well, confused.

I hadn't realized that Billy Shakes had risen from the dead and constructed a sequel. Although that would be the thing to do these days, no? Maybe he just wanted in on the prequel/sequel action. Anything for a buck.

But, no. That wasn't the case.

It pretty much has no Shakespearean ties.

The movie is a comedy, and one of its tag lines is "What would Sexy Jesus do?"

Check out the link and get back to me. Are you a bookworm who is disgusted at the mere idea of this movie? Or do you think it'll be piss-your-damn-pants funny, worth seeing over and over in Zoolander fashion?

Once again, it's Movie Day at Shambled Ramblings HQ. Humour me.

Lloyd Dobler vs. Chuck Klosterman & Men In General


After 50 billion people (an approximate number, I admit) told me I NEED to read this book, I finally am. Jeff kindly lent it to me right before his trip to Beijing to hob nob with Olympians.

My excitement about it was a bit hyped up. I mean, he writes about the affect Lloyd Dobler had on women's relationship expectations? There's a Gun 'n Roses tribute band in it? Cocoa Puffs? Hey, I dig Cocoa Puffs!

You see what I mean.

So, I started reading it. By page 8, he already had me talking to him in my head head by writing "... we're forced to live inside the acoustic power chords of Nuno Bettencourt, even if most of us don't necessarily know who the fuck Nuno Bettencourt is."

Um. I know who the fuck Nuno Bettencourt is. So?

As I'd hoped, Klosterman's musings about Lloyd Dobler were bang on. He can be damn funny and make me want to keep reading for the most part. But when he blathers on about a subject long after it has lost its luster, I realize that this is the literary equivalent to 'liking the sound of your own voice'. And he sure as hell does.

Needless to say, I'm still entertained. And, due to lack of time spent reading lately, I'm not done. More later, I suppose.

Now... if I could only get through these damn sports chapters and hit the parts where he discusses song lyrics (my obsession), I'll be back in my happy place.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Parkdaliens

Sometimes we look like "that" couple.

All smiles and love in our eyes...

'Til a swift kick to the head shows our true colours.

;)

A few days ago, one half of the Augerman Twin Combo came up Parkdale way for a visit.

Bar-hopping ensued.

This bar was after Reposado, The Drake, and before the Rhino.

But I couldn't tell ya the name of it.

"Is this where boobs go?"

Yeah, I guess I missed her.

And now... we DANCE! (But first.... Oogu!)


No that is not my own lipstick above my lip.

Thanks for being concerned.

Apparently I like to lie on street garbage. But only some days.

Not pictured - the 3am job change as me and Maggie became furniture movers and picked up a dresser from the side of the road and carried it home.

Don't ask why. That's unimportant.

It now sits in the middle of our living room without a home.
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