No, really, it was!

Ready for another slide show?


Well, these are my folks, in all their mid-life crisis glory. If you can't tell, I'm in back of the convertible. With the top down. On the freeway. It was, to say the least, a bit chilly. It was one of the few times during the weekend, though, that it was sunny, so I'm glad we seized the moment.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad riding in the back of a Mustang for 12 hours. I don't think I'd like to make it a habit or anything, but it wasn't awful. There was enough room for me to spread out my various means of entertaining myself with room to spare.




My sister took us to a great Sri Lankan restaurant (located beside the methadone clinic) on Saturday night. This was just some of the food we ate that night. We didn't know how to order so we all got some of everything and shared. Sort of a mini-buffet if you will.

Ahem. Also at this meal, it was revealed to my parents (unintentionally, I'm sure) that I have a blog. Sweet baby Jesus, I hope my father doesn't go looking for it.

As a matter of fact (now that I'm thinking about that night), it was also revealed that my father was watching that fateful night when I got to talk to my former idol, Sue Johannson. Oh man. I actually told him the truth - that I made up a question I pretty much knew the answer to just so I could call in. But, sadly, he refused to believe it. My father thinks I'm a whore. Oh well.


And here we have the best species of racoon known to man: Deadus Verminosus. I hate fucking racoons. They have single-handedly caused my apartment to smell like a garbage dump for the past year. Oh sure, they look cute, but look at those claws. They will tear up a garbage bag in 2 seconds and leave you to pick up week old sour cream and tampons at 7:00am in the freezing cold. I hate fucking racoons.







Here we have my gorgeous sistah, sitting next to an equally gorgeous waterfall in a national park we hiked through on Sunday. Amazingly, she did the trek with tiny heels she bought in Amsterdam. Truly, she is a greater lady than I. I wouldn't have made it one meter before collapsing.






So, those are some of the highlights. You can find more here

In other news, we are a little over a week away from the big move. I think all the preliminaries are taken care of. I've arranged for the cable to be switched, as well as the power. I called the power company yesterday, and because of my stellar credit, I managed to have the deposit waived ($300!). I also found out yesterday that I will be getting a new laptop for my new job, which is just so frickin' sweet I can't even describe.

Hey look. Three sets of boobs! Ha!
Obviously, these are the afformentioned titty shots. Two for the price of one, even!








A little housekeeping note. Apparently, IE does not like pictures on blogs, but Firefox is A-ok with it. So, if you can't see any pictures, download Firefox. I wish there was another around it, but I can't seem to find one.

Back to my week, so far (I am a bit exhausted, so pardon my typos, grammatical errors, etc).

I wrote the following two paragraphs while sitting in a bar, waiting for my supper to arrive:




After arriving in Halifax after a 5 hour drive, I dropped my things off at the conference center and I ventured downtown. Embarrisingly, my sense of direction failed me and I had to ask for directions. Serves me right for keeping my walking trips last year to a 2 block radius. Is it my fault that the city is entirely uphill? I eventually made my way to an Irish pub. One of the few bars I ever went to here. Again, is it my fault that my trips were almost always day trips and I'm not that into drinking during the day?



So, here I am. I've been sitting here for about 20 minutes. I went out on the patio (16 degrees!), but the bartender failed to "send a girl right out", so I came into the darkened pub. Thank god I had the forsight to bring a pad of paper and a pen to right with. If I had to sit here without anything to do, listening to Irish music, I'd go insane. Why did I come here again?

The waitress did eventually show up, and I had my chicken and veg curry in about 20 minutes before I caught a cab back to the hotel. When I arrived, I felt like a rock star. I knew everyone and they were all happy to see me and gave me a big hug. I had a few drinks and spoke a bit too loudly, but I had a great time.

My friend (the director of the local PP and one of the organizers of the event) wanted to leave early, so we went back to her hours, snuggled on the couch and watched the Apprentice. I fell in love with one of her roomate's dogs - Guiness. He was so affectionate and gentle.

I thought it would be a good idea to invite him to sleep with me. My childhood dogs would never want to sleep with me, so I thought it would be a novel experience. Bad idea - at least in a single bed. I suppose I just should have waited until I got into the bed first before inviting him in. I did eventually fall asleep, though, but after I snapped a few close up shots of him. I also took a mini video, but I'm a bit unsure how to upload that, so that will hopefully be posted at a later date.


The next morning was the conference itself. Why can I say about it? It was typical of the ones I've seen before. Anatomy and condom demos and shockingly bad practices. It's all pretty routine at this point.


I guess that biggest thing I took away from it is that there is actually a certification process out there now to become a certified sexual health educator. It's definitely something I can work towards, and that feels really good.

It's going to be a strange week, folks.

Last last week, I learned I was going to Halifax to a sex conference I had wanted to go to, but lacked the funds. I hoped I could go through work, but we have no 'sex budget'. One of our consultants, after paying her non-refundable registration fee, can no longer go, so TA-DA!, I get to go in her place.

It's going to be a quick conference, but I'm going to be able to reconnect with many of the people I met in my previous job. I miss that job. A lot. I know that ultimately I had to leave, but I miss the job, the job title, and the people I worked with. It was fun. This job? Not so much.

So, we're leaving at around lunch time today. Then leaving tomorrow evening at around 9pm. And driving back 5 hours. Yikes.

So, that's two provinces.

On Wednesday, my only full day in the office this week, I'll arrive late in the morning for a meeting where I'll be expected to know all my shit inside and out (this meeting is for my 'new' job that technically started the first of this month). On Thursday, I'm receiving more sexuality training. Friday, it's off to Ottawa to visit my sister. In the backseat of the new Mustang Converstible. With my ankles around my ears, presumably. Mr. Wonderful is also hitching a ride part-way to visit Mommy Wonderful. And then it's back again on Monday.

And then, it's two days of vacation to recover and start packing. Yes, packing. We are moving soon, did I mention that?