Friday, December 21, 2007

Section Nine-Seventeen may have been hit

The thing is, as soon as something with that dramatic quality to be labeled 'blog-fodder' happens, I don't feel like posting anything any more.

Quick, a change of topic:

Friday, December 7, 2007

Precious Time

It's hard to watch Opopanax cross stitch diligently a beautiful piece for my mother. She will love it, yes, but I hope she still appreciates the gift when she knows what we mean to each other. Her works is so perfect, the next one's for us :)

Jebus was white?

Sometimes history is blatantly ignored to suit our current needs. The subject line refers to some KKK members who bare signs saying, "Jesus was white". Implying that we come from Jesus, and they only love whitie, so Jesus MUST have been white!

My mother is heavily religious. She believes everyone will go to hell unless they believe what she does. She also very much believes in the devil. We give authority to him by doing sinful things. For example, if I were to watch a horror movie with Satan in it, I would be giving him authority to affect me negatively. Anyone who does not believe what she does is hindering God and is in darkness.

So then, what the fuck is up with HER Pagan Christmas tree? She celebrates so many traditions deeply rooted in things she hates so much. If I should not pierce myself because it has a history in marking slaves, than why does she organize Easter egg hunts? Why isn't she cursed from the devil?

Everything we do comes from somewhere. Enjoy yourself, and keep it to yourself :)

Goodnight :p

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Happy Birthday Spider-Boy

Today was Karloff Jr.'s birthday.

He wasn't smothered in gifts, but he was hella satisfied and reminded us so throughout the day. He and I baked a chocolate cake together later on. As it cooled, Karloff, Opopanax and I made the specified birthday dinner. Which was grilled cheese and little pizzas. All through supper, Mini Karloff would give me long meaningful smiles, so pleased with the day and the care we took in making sure it was special. He is a sweet old soul.

Just before bed he asks, "You think after lunch tomorrow I could have another piece of this cake Mum?"

Days like today when we are all together, with life and love filling this big house, I am sweetly surrounded.

And I am lucky, lucky girl :)

Monday, December 3, 2007

A snowfall of paramount importance

So, as I stated in my last post, I've taken some time recently to reflect on my current situation.

Life has been increasingly hectic over the last few weeks. Between appointments, work, activity groups and social events our "pleasant country life" has become one long car ride in and out of the capital. Being the only one in the relationship with daily ties to the city - the blame can be laid squarely on my shoulders. This wouldn't be such a burden to me since I work and bring in a modest paycheck...

But here's the kicker - with the amount of money spent on the hotel's monthly rent and the money we spend on gas getting too and from the city each day (since the dogs are kept at the compound and must be tended to daily)...we actually end up paying for me to go to work!

Isn't that insane?

This is something we have known for a while now and discussed in detail.
But if I quit my job we would no longer be able to afford the hotel on just Karloff's paycheck. Of course, with no ties to work in the city I could just move out to the compound and my daughter could change schools in the new year to go to the school with May & Karloff's son. I mean, really, we intend on getting married next fall, so at the latest I would be moving then, anyway.

We had already spoken about how long I would stay with my company before I returned to school. It was only a matter of months before I planned on leaving in pursuit of better things. *Cute, tiny, better little things*

And of course, my company isn't great at keeping my schedule and work site consistant! They're always changing my hours and shipping me off to a new site in need of competent administration with a few hours notice at most! It's mentally exhausting and, frankly, it demoralizing! As soon as I get to know the ins and outs of the building and develope a repore with the staff and tenants, I get sent on to the next building at the other end of the and I get a two hour pay cut! And this is not just once or twice. No. 5 times. 5 times in the last 6 months!

What the fuck is that? I mean, really? What the fuck?

Life was becoming difficult.

But today put a stop to that. The day started off just like any other day waking up at the compound. The alarm went off at 6:30am and I reset the time, giving myself another 30 minutes of sweet precious sleep. When it went off again, I rolled over and did my best to arouse Karloff's interest (which he was more than willing to give) while May got a few more well deserved minutes of rest. Well, that was the theory, anyway. May wasn't really able to sleep through it (I've always been rather loud) but in the end we were all very happy if not necessarily ready to go to work.

We smoked a quick joint and I magicked myself into some clothes. While I was completing the various ritual sacrifices and spells to perform such a task (ie. getting myself ready in the morning), Karloff was off in the livingroom tending to the house fire (our large, constantly blazing fireplace that warms the compound). May & I were chatting in the bedroom when from the other room we heard her son's ominous four-year-old voice call out, "Oh-oh! You're going to be sorry for that!" Followed by Karloff's not so enthusiastic "I already am". We waited for him to come to us in the bedroom before we asked what was wrong. It seems he had been putting more wood in the fireplace but had closed the door a little too hard on one of the pieces of wood which had in turn broken the glass pane. It was unfortunate, but an accident and by no means anything to be upset over. We worked out the details of getting it fixed, then May & I were off - on to the capital at top speed in order to make it to my office on time!

Here's where things got tricky! Damn those canadian winters!

The car was completely stuck. May called the neighbour who agreed to help us out. He was out of town and would be a while getting back, so I went inside and called my work to let them know I would be late. We smoked another joint and waited for another two hours before we were able to get out. Shortly into our ride May & I passed a van being pulled out from a snow filled ditch. We laughed about how we should get out and take a picture to send to my boss with a message that I wouldn't be in today! But as we drove further and further away from the van the speed of the car got slower and slower as May & I really wondered if we could get away with it.

May drove at 23mph down the road for a while trying to convince me that this "could totally work, baby!" We formulated a plan ("no, we have to get out! we can't take a picture of "our car" from inside another'll look fake!") we got turned around and I got my phone/camera out...only to find that the van had been pulled free of the snow! damnit.

We were still headed back in the direction of the compound but now I had no excuse to stay home from work! I tried for a while to convince May to put us in a ditch "only just a little", but she said something about insurance, her car and CAA. Not being a driver, I had no idea what she was talking about. Certified Anglican Accountants?

So we drove back to the capital talking about how much it really sucked that this had to continue for so long and why did I have to wait to quit anyway. There was only one reason to keep that job and it involves two words I still find myself afraid to write in the public view. (Eternity Steve!)

Big brother could be watching....

Along the way I called Karloff and asked him how he felt about me quitting, and what started off as a joke became a serious discussion. I found myself composing my resignation letter in the back of May's datebook as we sped along the highway. I called the superintendant of my building and asked him about their sublet policy.

Then I called and dropped the big bomb on Gamera -

I'm moving out of town and you'll never see your grandchild again you horrible fiend!!!!

At least, I think that's how she took it. My mother & I have many an issue and I'm sure this one is only just starting, but don't worry, I'll keep you all posted. ;p

So we stopped by the hotel to speak to the landlord then headed into the office to type and hand in my resignation. My boss was disappointed, but not surprised. She knew the problems I was having getting in and out of town and she knew how I felt about my site changes. I told her I would be in until Friday (but not today), but she said she knew the weather would only be getting worse so if I can't come in it was okay. I gave her the keys and told her I'd try to make it in tomorrow but that she should call if they didn't *need* me.

We picked up some chicken for diner then headed to the hotel to smoke some more joints and pick up a few things. I saw a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in a while and we caught up for a bit then May & I headed back to the compound. This morning while waiting for the neighbour, May had cut down a Yule tree to put up in the house. When we got back to the compound we started putting the lights up on the tree.

It's not done yet and we have nothing but a star for the top right now...but it's still beautiful. We'll keep going when I'm done this joint / post.

Karloff's checking his mail and it looks grim...shaky hands and phone calls fill the air...

Sunday, December 2, 2007

But I don't wanna go to the mall !? :(

Firstly, and quickly, I've been meaning to send you to this dirty and hilarious podcast

" ...two ex gutter
punks who fall in love,
buy a
retired farm in southeast wisconsin
and tell the world
their dirty secrets…
profane, rarely profound."

If it sounds like your bag, give it a listen. I for one will be filling my phone with DND podcasts for those treks back and forth from Capital City and the Compound.

In other news. I hear that The Christmas is happening soon. Shopping, you say? It scares me more than it excites me at this point. Why does everyone I know have their gifts bought?

H.e.l.p m.E


I've been reflecting on how long it's been since my last post. I've been quite absent from the blog since my "big day". I admit I still blush when I think of it or look down at my beautiful ring ~*v*~

I couldn't be happier than I am when I'm with Karloff and May! Every moment I have with them seems to stretch out forever - like the very concept of being apart is remote and distant. Yet, there is still never enough time. Eternity couldn't be long enough so share with them everything I want to and have to give.

In all honesty, Karloff has been on my ass to post something. My audience awaits, he says (what audience, I ask?!).

I've undertaken too many projects lately. Mainly trying to complete a gift for someone (who's birthday happened to be last Thursday! *gasp*). I've also thankfully found my copy of Eye of the World by Robert Jordan which I am currently reading to May & Karloff. We're all quite happy to have found it since our little reading sessions can now continue.

Just a few days ago Karloff picked out a cute little gift at the comic book shop for me...Genbu Kaiden from Fushigi Yuugi. He bought me the 1st & 2nd mangas of the series, which so far I've enjoyed. Unfortunately, I had the foolish idea of mentioning this to my brother, who promptyly told me that happens to the main character at the end of the series. THANKS!

Suppose worse things could happen. Truthfully, that has been a drop in the pond this week.

Mostly I find myself reflecting on my experiences as a leasing agent over the years. I've met some interesting people and seen some odd, sometimes unfortunate things. I've been solicited at work, harassed, threatened, followed, assaulted, screamed at, scared half out of my mind by swat teams, seen children ripped away from their junkie mother's arms, seen prositutes beaten on the street in front of my office window, been offered crack by the bum smoking in our lobby, gotten kittens pulled out of garbage compactors that had been dropped from the 12th floor of an apartment building, been questioned by police investigators over suspicious deaths...I haven't lost many residents of the buildings I've worked in...but it came close this week.

One of my tenants had quite a close brush with death this past week. I had only just spoken with the man an hour before he was rushed out of his apartment by the paramedics and the fire department. Had my superintendant and property manager, who broke down the door and were the first people on the scene, not receieved a call about a leak into another tenant's bathroom, they never would have gone into the apartment and broken in the door to get to the running bathtub and semi-conscious man. Thankfully they were able to get help to him before he was too far gone.

My property management company's head office has okayed our office sending him and his family a gift basket to show we care...(that we get his money...*sigh*)

You really wouldn't think property management would be stressful emotionally...but if you think about it, you work where people live. Life happens at home and all these things are unfortunate parts of some people's lives. It makes me sad.

I have a book that I write in sometimes...quotes, parts of songs, poems or plays, etc...
I haven't been able to find it lately, but there are two quotes I've wanted to add over the last few days. Somehow they seem relevent right now...

"You know I'm gonna lose
Gambling is for fools
But that's the way I like it, baby
I don't wanna live forever..."

- The Ace of Spades by Motorhead

Well, I know it hard for you to know the reason why
But I know you'll understand more when it's time to die
I don't believe this life you have will be the only one
You have to let your body sleep to let you soul live on"

- Sabbra Cadabra by Metallica / Black Sabbath