Friday, November 28, 2008

Leave Me Out With The Waste, This is Not What I Do...

Today is now dubbed Melancholy Friday.

When I have my low, depressy days I tend listen to sad or slow songs. Some with personal meaning to me; some that just match the mood. Fuel for the blue fire, I know. I have my reasons.

Allow me to share a few...

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Elliot Smith - Twilight

A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras

Jeff Buckley - Opened Once (This one doesn't make me sad, it reminds me of when Craig and I first started dating...)

I'll leave it there.

Who knew the Metal Chick had a soft spot for slow tunes?

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Gym Rat?

Today, Miss Agoraphobic (me), the exercise-detesting, leery-old-men-hating, cold-weather-damning chick...






First time in a long while.

Which is sad, since I just started going a month or two ago.

But I went.

And took pics beforehand to prove to all you non-believers.

I didn't stay long.

I get bored really easily, and Craig's Ipod didn't have enough music to hold my interest.

And the spiky-haired dude on one of the treadmills beside me was just begging for a punch to his fake-tanned face.

I refrained.

This time.

Daisy lounged around, watching me get ready.

Don't think she believed I would leave.

And when I came back, Craig was home early from work.

He put a screensaver on my computer, so I'd have a lovely message waiting for me:


The day is automatically one hundred times better.

Take THAT, Spiky McOrangeFace!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Bah Hum-Blog

Oh, hi Wednesday.

Thanks for sneakin' up on me. Pretty sure I'm still in weekend mode.

No more wedding or 'getting used to the new doggy' time. It's back to reality now.

The job hunt continues, housewifeing continues, and so does stressing.

Every other year, I would've had a Christmas countdown on a calendar weeks ago, and crossed off every day. Lists would be made, presents would be bought, decorations would be up, and I'd be excited like a little kid. It's my favourite time...

This year is a bit different.

I will make the best of it, though.

And I do look forward to spending it with the people I love, which includes my new happy Parkdalien family of Craig and our four-legged children.

Maybe some Christmas movies will get me in the spirit.

Question is - Do I start with "It's A Wonderful Life"? Or "Scrooged?

Take a lucky guess.

On another note. My lovely cousin/best friend/fake bandmate/uteran roomie now has a blog.

Check 'er out.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Driving Miss Daisy... To Parkdale.

Well, we finally did it.

Meet Daisy.

Our new three-year old, all-white, blue-eyed Jack Russell.

Another rescue.

She's the biggest sweetheart.

I've never met a dog as affectionate as her.

Except, of course, when it comes to other dogs.

This chick is FEISTY.

I don't even wanna write about the place we saved her from.

It's too sad.

And makes me far too angry.

I just have to be content with the fact that she's outta that place.

And so is her last puppy, as of last night.

Can't save everyone, even if we want to.

She loves to curl up.

Or be held like a baby.

Interesting, since she's a mommy of two litters herself.

But she won't be used for breeding anymore.

Jack's reaction:

"WTF is THIS now?

What, was I not enough for you people?!"

But after they initially wanted to tear out each other's throats, they're getting better.

She loves Jack lots.

He tolerates her.

Welcome to the family, Daisy girl.

Please don't kill our cat.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Lady In Red

Well, she's gone and done it.

I'd like to introduce the new married folk:


And, of course, a slew of pictures. All out of order.

Trust that I'll have another "wedding picture post" fairly soon.

Me and my dancing partner cousin.

Dad & Craig - Dapper Dans.

My parents, Steph'N'Joe, and my grandma.

Mama's all purty and dancin' like a pro.

The bridesmaids' first drink of the night.

Much needed; much enjoyed.

The head table without the head table folk.

I danced so much that I may or may not have lost ten pounds and permanently ruined my feet.

Worth. It.
Pretending to play the piano with Nick, at the late-night singalong.

You don't wanna see the videos. Believe me.

This is the best picture ever, to me. So I saved it for last.

Congrats, you guys.

(Stay tuned for a rare "two-post" day. I hafta introduce you all to a new family member... and no, it's not Joe)

Friday, November 21, 2008

The Bride's Maid Needs More Lemon Pledge

Won't be posting for a few days.

I have a very important 'engagement' to attend.

Gee, wonder what it might be.

When I get back, I'll update with the final results of "Kristen's Cursing While Emcee-ing" pool.

Apparently no one has faith in moi.

S'ok. I don't blame ya.

Look closely at this picture above,

and tell me if you notice anything interesting when I post pics of the wedding.

There may be a quiz.

But there may not be.

Have a great weekend, blogospherians!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I've Watched A Change In You... It's Like You Never Had Wings.

Lotsa things are happening in the next few days.

Quite a few ch-ch-ch-changes.

As of tomorrow, I won't have my car in Toronto anymore.

It's staying in St. Catharines where my mom will use it. Since I'm mostly jobless, I can't afford the stupid thing.

But I'll miss my Marcellus Wallace.

(Yes, I named my car Marcellus Wallace. I name things. My guitar is Ziggy Stardust. Do not mock me.)

This weekend will be the first time I ever emcee a wedding.

And I will do it while willing myself to stay standing in my uber high heels,

hoping my makeup doesn't run,

and forcing myself not to let any four-letter words slip out if I screw up.

Perhaps we should take bets on that one.

And oh yeah...

As of Saturday, my sister will be a wife.

Nope, still haven't gotten used to that!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Sound Sleeper

Aw, hell.

The screaming has returned.

And I've been doing so well lately.

It was a weird one, too. I can't remember all of it, but I do know that there were evil people and evil things that were going on, and I was the only person who could see them. Everyone else was all "tra la la" happy in their oblivion, and I was living in hell.

There were also people in elaborate masks that would follow me and laugh their satanic laughs at me because they know no one could help, since others didn't see what I did.

For the entire dream, it was like I was two people. I was the person inside the dream, but I was also watching myself go through it and trying to make it stop. Didn't work.

When I finally screamed (demonically as usual) and woke up, I was returning to my house with my cousin, and a friend, and some little girl that apparently lived with us. But my house was re-arranged and no one noticed but me. All the lights were off, and I went to go to bed when I saw someone suddenly get up from my bed and run out of the room. When I walked toward them and entered the room, there were more of them and they surrounded me. The other people I lived with came in and sat down, chatting normally because they couldn't see these demon people. They were killing me, while my friends talked on and on about wall colours.


I gotta admit, ever since I was little I've been scared about seeing things or hearing things that no one else could. Then I'd end up in an asylum, still hearing and seeing things, whether crazy or not.

Aren't you glad you took this little trip deeper into my wonkiness?

(Gotta thank Craig yet again for helping me wake up from this crap, and then making me feel calmer afterward. Sorry for the posessed cries.)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Blank Stare, Blank Mind

Who knew that a writer would suck at writing speeches?


My sister is getting married this weekend, which I still don't fully believe. Even after the wedding, when they're calling her a "Mrs.", I'll be saying "Oh, that's silly. They think she's married. Heehee."

It's exciting, and it also seemed to sneak up on me.

Which brings me back to the subject of speeches.

Never in my life have I written such corny, lame sentences. The delete button is truly my best friend right now, and my brain? Well, it's not.


Back to the drawing board I go. Wish me luck.

Or, even write it for me! Alright then. Luck'll hafta do.

Friday, November 14, 2008

What I Am Is What I Am....

I am not a wannabe
I am not your average blonde twenty-something chick.
I am not single.
I am not going to give up anytime soon.
I am not a parallel parker.

I am not going to settle for less than I deserve.
I am not able to forget.
I am not a dog whisperer.
I am not a non-cuddler.
I am not good at keeping my emotions in check.

I am not this girl.
I am not sure why I'm typing this right now.
I am not gonna eat the last chocolate bar.
I am not prepared for what's happening.
I am not part of a New Zealand novelty act.

I am not your doormat or punching bag.
I am not on the couch with my boyfriend and dog, where I belong.
I am not anything but your lifetime support and encouragement.
I am not Binky, The Happy Pig.
I am not you.

I'm Kristen.


Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I am angry, saddened and helpless.

In every city, from the largest metropolis to the smallest farming town, there are bad neighbourhoods. It's unavoidable. In Toronto, you can be in a beautiful, family neighbourhood and walk one street over and be in the middle of Cracktown. That's just the way it is.

The issue lies in lack of distinction between the two. It's easy for all to co-exist when we know the areas to avoid, and places to keep our children and loved ones out of. So what happens when it changes without our knowledge?

I live in a great neighbourhood, on a great street. I am surrounded by parks and trees and artists and musicians and different races, ages, and creeds. Most importantly, I'm surrounded by young families with children.

That is why I am outraged about the new crackhouse just up the street from me. On any given evening, the drug-addicted customers can be seen loitering out front, waiting for their next fix. All while the young, impressionable and bright children in the neighbouring houses are out on their bikes, walking their dogs, or skipping off to a gymnastics class.

It makes me physically ill.

I understand that these people have problems and need help, and the crack dealer is just trying to make a buck. Fine. But do your business in your own goddamn neighbourhood and leave the good people in mine alone.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Untrusting, Unknowing, Unlove... ed?

Important definitions:

trust - assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something; one in which confidence is placed; a charge or duty imposed in faith or confidence or as a condition of some relationship

contented -
feeling or showing satisfaction with one's possessions, status, or situation


Sounds simple enough.

So why are they both seemingly impossible for me, especially the first? I suppose you can't have one without having the other.

Therein lies my problem.

I used to be the kinda person who would automatically trust someone and if they betrayed it, then it was gone. The number of people who screwed it up is infinite. And so, now ya gotta earn it.

Very few people have. VERY few.

To those of you reading this that are close to me and know they lack my trust, I'm sorry. But you've given me good reason to think twice.

I stand by the tried and true earning process.

Ah, shit...

Well, when you put it that way....

Monday, November 10, 2008

As Promised...

Erin, the lovely blogger over at ...coming full circle, tagged me in a blog post. And thus, I must re-tag in return. Blog rules, dontchaknow.

These aren't usually my kinda things, but I'll make an exception!

Le copy et le paste.:

Ok so here's how the game works:
*Link to the person that tagged you
*Post the rules on your blog
*Share six interesting things/habits/quirks about yourself - anything that comes to mind.
*Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs ... people you would like to know things about.
*Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Gotcha. Here are my 6 random things.

1. I can't sleep without socks on. It's impossible; I freeze. Most people are the opposite, but hey.. I'm a contrary chick.

2. You will never ever catch me in the colour pink. I won't wear it. It's fine on other people, but it's a colour that I don't want anywhere near me. No sir, I don't like it.

3. I haven't done karaoke at bars much lately, but when I do I'm a hog. One of the last times I went, I sang 12 songs in a matter of a few hours. It's not my fault! Because I'm comfortable doing it alone, friends and strangers always make me go up with them. The fact that I drink too much and dance like a freak probably doesn't help matters. Don't judge me.

4. I'm left-handed. Except in sports.

5. I'm scared of clowns. Actually, I'm scared of lotsa things. The Exorcist, heights, spiders, mice, centipedes, the colour pink, bad relationships, change, that guy down the street, and the noises in my car. And that's the short list.

6. My life is extremely uninteresting, and that is why you have been bored by my 6 random facts. Thanks for stopping by.

The 6 Tagged:



Miss Mindy




Fret not, my tagged bloggers. You don't hafta play along.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Split Personalities

Ventured back to St. Catharines for the night on Wednesday, and left the boy and the dog at home.

Got to see the friends I miss and go out to my old Wednesday night haunt.

It's a bit strange to go back sometimes.

I'm so happy to see everyone. It's always a good time.

But it's hard not to notice the things that have changed, and those that haven't at all.

The streets change. Construction everywhere. New stores go up. Old stores came down. The city itself doesn't feel like it used to.

But my times with my friends have not changed a bit. It's often like I never left, other than people acting happier to see me than usual.

So for 24 hours, I really was living my old life.

When I went to bed that night, I sat in my old bed in my old bedroom in my parents' house and thought about my life in Toronto.

I thought about my dog running around at the dog park.

My boyfriend coming home from work, tired and full of stories.

Sitting at the arena, watching the Parkdale Hockey Lads give it their best.

Walking down Queen West to meet everyone at the Rhino.

While in St. Catharines, thinking of those things seemed so far away. Like they weren't me.

Yet when I'm here, in Toronto, my old St. Catharines routine seems like a memory.

So strange to have two lives.

But maybe it means I'm lucky.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Want My Nickel Back, Harper.

Last night, me and the boy met up with Jeff at the Rhino so they could watch the Leafs game and election coverage simultaneously.

Of course, one of the topics of conversation was politics and eventually the recent Canadian election came up.

Amongst some serious points, Jeff said one thing that made me laugh, even though it's essentially the truth.

Are you ready? Here it is.

Stephen Harper is the Nickelback of politics.*

Got it?

Think about it.

No one likes (or admits to liking) either of them. No one wants to HEAR either of them. Most people would be happiest if both would disappear.

And yet...

Stephen Harper is running our country, and Nickelback still gets chart-topping album sales.

What's wrong with us, Canada?

* the aforementioned comment /revelation is the property of Jeff Marek and copyrighted by same. Any unauthorized use of said comment will result in imprisonment, death, or beatings involving rubber chickens and laptop computer bags filled with broken lightbulbs and old coffee shop cutlery.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Holy Crapload Of Pics, Batman! Er...BatDog.

A little Halloween post about this dude...

and this chick.

Oh, and a little doggy who fights crime.

We handed out candy to the youngins til we ran out.

Had no choice but to leave a sign. Hope they could read!

The young ladies loved this doggy.

He, on the other hand, was indifferent.

Jack wanted to know who this strange brunette chick was.

Halloween brownie points for the boyfriend.

Yeah, he's cute.

Last minute budget costume, an amalgamation of a few past costumes.

Some kinda brunette Zorro type girly.

Don't ask.

Ah, ze mask that attracts ze ladies at ze Halloween parties.

Fret not, I did not punch any of em.

"Fetch me my longsword, ho!"


Oh, you're pretty.

At the Halloween party.

A drunk Elvis is an entertaining one, just so you all know.

Last pic of the night, post-wig removal.

"What do you mean Halloween's over?"

Sorry, sukka.
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