Thanks for the post, Jules. I appreciated it.

It may be due to the recession (isn't everything these days?) but I'm getting a lot of comfort in reading about my past as opposed to looking to the future. In fact, the future for me, in many ways, is so uncertain, and it really isn't fun to think about it much detail.

I've saved many of my previous blog comments pre-blogger comments and it was neat to see the readership that had develop (and had left). I wonder where all those strangers are now.

I've been feeling a bit conflicted about what I used to write about - sex, mostly - and what I feel safe to write about now. I feel more vulnerable somehow. Why is that? I suppose over time I've became a bit more private out of necessity. Or that many of my most interesting moments have circled around mundane adult milestones and/or bitching about life in general.

But I feel like I want to write like I used to, maybe not about my personal sex life, but issues that have been twigged in my head lately. I'll work on that.

But for now, I've got a man in his underwear wanting to watch a movie with me. So, best get on that (har har).

Sometimes I get to thinking about this blog, and how it's becoming clutter in my already full online existence. But then sometimes I have days like today.

Today, I was inspired to start filling out a passport form. The form asks for places you've lived and worked in the past 2 years. In both of these areas, there had been some changes, so I had to really think back. As it turns out, it was all right here. How comforting to know that my life (at least since 2003) is right here at my fingertips.

When I read back to previous posts, I always seem to read over the 'golden age'; when my relationship with MW was new and shiny, when I was living alone and working in The Best Job Ever and being completely candid about talking about my genitals. I tend to not think too much about all that has happened since then. It's nearly been a year already since we've bought our first home, it's been 3 years since we adopted Sweetie, I've changed jobs, traveled, and so much more than didn't even make it here. It's amazing really.

I found myself thinking last week that I'd euthanize this blog, that I've converted to Facebook and that's the end of it. But then I realized that Facebook's major failing is that there is no sense of history there. It's all about the present, whereas this 'little piece of the internet' gives me such great insight into the past.

So, we're not going anywhere.

I promised myself this morning that I would post the first time I got some spare moments to myself. As it turns out, these are the moments. I've done as much work as I can eek out of myself today, and now I'm just waiting to catch the bus.

Has anyone seen the new ALS commerical? (WARNING: Extended, especially heart wrenching version) I'm otherwise a pretty stone cold bitch when it comes to sap on TV, but this commercial ruined me. I've thankfully known no one with these disease, but my heart now goes out to anyone who does. Yeeeesh.

So, let's see, what else. Okay. Does anyone else remember the Much Music game show Test Pattern? I happened to run across this one evening on the Game Show Network and was totally thrust back into the early nineties. Men were sporting non-ironic mullets and neon pants and everyone wore sweatshirts. Wow. It was great.

Just as a side note, there is (was? Not sure of their fate..) a band called "Dan Gallagher's Sugar Shaker". The name of the band was apparently a nod to the size and girth of Mr. Gallagher's wang.

Just a bit of Canadian trivia for ya.

Oh the irony. F-U-N stands for fuck u, November, in case there was any confusion.

I feel absolutely defeated. November is no longer content to just go after me, but now seems to ravaging everyone around me.

Do you know how many times people have cried in my presences in the past 24 hours?

Six.

That is much to much.

I thought this year, things would be different. I was plowing through, full steam ahead. I was taking things one day at a time, and the next thing I knew, I was halfway through this month that seems to have some sort of ungodly vendetta towards me.

I was woken up on Saturday morning by a phone call from my mother. My father went into outpatients the night before feeling a bit off and with a burning in his throat and then had a mild heart attack when he was there. He has been there all weekend and they are doing an ECG on him sometime today to assess if there was any damage. They will likely bring him to the special unit in SJ by Wednesday where they will do a ballooning, or, if necessary, surgery. All things considered, he is extremely lucky. He didn't have any typical symptoms and he was lucky to have had the attack while in the hospital. He may only have minor damage, which his doctor says is likely to repair itself. But it served as a warning.

On the other end of the seriousness scale, yet I am posting these things chronologically, I decided that in order to distract myself while waiting for my mother to call me with updates, I decided to go take advantage of my 'loyalty bonus' (pft) at my cell phone company. So, I picked it out. The LG Rumour has a nifty slide-out QWERTY keyboard, which is great, except that THE R KEY IS FUCKED UP. Whenever I send a text message, if I decide to use a word with an "r" in it (ex: motherfucker), the message will SEND whenever I press the R key. So, it's really annoying. And I've spent many a 15 cents this weekend sending half-update texts to my sister. Also, the phone does not read my mini SD card. Faaaaaaawwwck.

But wait! There's more! During one of our many phone calls this weekend, my mother told me that doctors found another spot on one of my aunts lungs (she already have 1/4 of her left lung removed) and so she has to go back into hospital. In fucking addition to this, one of my uncles has also been admitted to the hospital in SJ with a variety of issues.

And so, finally. Yesterday afternoon, one of our neighbours, who looks like that actor from the Princess Bride, came to ask us if our basement was leaking. BUT WAIT! I hear you all say.. DIDN'T YOU JUST BUY THIS BRAND NEW TOWNHOUSE THAT IS LIKE... 6 MONTHS OLD? Yes! You are correct! Why would I possibly have a leaky basement?

BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING NOFUCKINGVEMBER!!!!

November 1st is MUCH TOO EARLY to start celebrating Christmas.

That is all.

Oh, HAI!

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