happy birthday jeremy

Sit down little ones, gather ye near,
For the delightful tale you are about to hear.

Listen to my fantastic story,
Of a boy named Jeremy, in all his glory.

This day he was born, he caused a sensation,
With the largest head in all of creation.

His mother, exhausted, cradled him close,
His father counted, 10 fingers, 10 toes.

The years marched on, he flourished and grew,
Sometimes rebelling, as kids often do.

He fought with a wit, sharp and sarcastic,
His sisters’ bane (it was less than fantastic).

He can cook
He can bake
He can fix up a Mac.

He can pout
And annoy,
But he’ll still make you laugh.

For the good and the bad, through the years we have found -
We may just decide, to keep him around.

still here

Ugh. I’ve been really busy so I haven’t posted anything. I hate that. Writing is the one thing that I’ve always felt should be present, be it a quick note, an alliterative sentence or a dirty limerick. For me there is no excuse. If I wait until I have time to sit and write it just won’t happen. And I’m lazy and relatively obligation free.

I went to Canada’s Wonderland a few weeks ago, for the first time in about 15 years if you can believe it. The prospects for hilarious and clever posts were endless - Jeremy freaked out and wouldn’t go on many of the rides and I wore a low cut top and my boobs kept popping out on the bumpier rides. Fun fun fun. But I put it off and now that’s all I got.

I’ve got to review mascara for the friendly neighbourhood word of mouth marketing company, it’s vibrating. Very cool. I just need to get my sisters’ opinions first. That one is still to come.

Oh and it’s really hot. And STINKY. For those of you who don’t know, I live in Toronto and we are currently in the midst of a garbage strike. I’ve seen the plastic wrapped garbage bins (that people shove garbage in anyway) but it hasn’t really affected me as I’m in an apartment and for now they are taking care of the trash. I just put it down the chute as usual. But this morning I was walking Tonks and the various dumpsters around the area were reeking to high heaven. Quite nasty. I hope they resolve things soon. Before we all start looking like that lady thing in Labyrinth.

Anyway this weekend will be full of strawberry picking and Dungeons and Dragons. Excitement! For the moment I have the day off and am doing sweet sweet nothing. Mmmm dipsalusious.

o…n…g…

We had the pleasure and good fortune to attend a Luminato event the other night. An evening with Neil Gaimen. Jeremy, Rebecca and I all gathered our hopeful books, graphic novels, comics and more, tromped on down to the Jane Mallet theatre and excitedly waited for the man of the hour.

He was as rumpled and charming as I’d hoped, much funnier than we expected, and all in all well worth the time and money spent to attend. We did several readings, which were simply fantastic, the man has an incredible voice I could listen to for hours. I’d love to hear him and Alan Rickman have a conversation. Sigh.

Anyway when it came time for the autograph session we had to choose one item to get signed (we had brought three each, just in case). Jeremy opted for Good Omens, so Terry Pratchett can sign it when he meets him this summer at the Discworld convention. Rebecca chose the dangerous alphabet and I decided to go for something different.

Voila.

A picture of Neil and his dog (a rescue) Cabal. He seemed a little surprised to see a picture of them (“it’s a picture of me! And my dog!”) but I quickly filled him in on the story of Tonks and told him that she liked to see picture of Cabal on his blog. I showed him a picture of her and he said she was beautiful and asked where we got her. We chatted for a bit and then he asked ‘Can I keep this?’ holding the picture of Tonks.

Gasp!

I nearly split my face grinning. ‘Yeah! It’s for you!’ I said rather eagerly. Then I moved on and watched as Jeremy got his book signed, saying nothing only smiling rather idiotically. Rebecca somehow managed to get Neil to take off his sweater when she got up there and didn’t leave before shoving her hand out to shake his hand. So forceful. Rebecca I mean.

We left, giddy and squealing and reminiscing about our brief yet unforgettable moments with Neil Gaimen. I showed Tonks the picture when I got home. I think she was very excited. She hasn’t tried to eat it so I think it’s clear she appreciates the value.

five years...dear god...

Approximately 5 years ago today (I say approximately because I drank a lot more back then and the details are a little fuzzy), Jeremy and I said hey let’s be together. Again. For those who haven’t heard the story before, we met and dated in University then broke up and reconnected once I moved to Toronto many years later. A few days later we were living together. Okay maybe not exactly that quick but it sure felt like it.

So here we are 5 years later. Holy mother. Time sure flies. Sure it’s been fun. it’s also been exasperating, hilarious, annoying and cozy. Heck it’s even been sublime.

So I guess I’ll stick around. Heh.

ridiculous

What. The. Eff.

I don't know how I feel about this.

edgrr and dooger and tonks OH MY!

This weekend we went to the farm and Tonks met Dooger, my sister’s new pup (also a rescue via petfinder).

Doog (short for Doogie Howser MD) is a Toy Fox Terrier mix and one funny dog. He’s about the same age as Tonks so while the boys did stick together against the female interloper the playfulness of puppydom won out and they had a grand ole time.

Unfortunately Tonks’ adventuring had some consequences…when we got home we found SEVEN ticks on her. Actually attached. During the weekend there were two more but they were just looking for a place to sink their mandibles into.

tattoo cover up

A la Raidel.

Before:



After Part 1:



After Part 2:



All done!



That’s Lindsay in case you were wondering.

Badass.

The tattoo not her. Well both.

and so it begins...

tonks on the farm

This weekend we took Tonks to my parents farm for the first time. It was just overnight, but she got to meet Edgrr and romp in the great outdoors. And man did she romp.

When we arrived Edgrr seemed a little taken aback that we brought a dog with us, but he was pretty cool with it – until she went near his Mr. Squeaky or food dish. He would growl and Tonks, being oblivious to aggression in other dogs, would ignore him. He quickly learned not to leave any food in his dish or it would be gone.

By the end of the visit Edgrr was okay with her playing with his toys and eating his food, but when she found his coveted deer leg (yes it’s real) he was not impressed.



They had some epic battles.



At one point I took advantage of their play to wake Jeremy up. He’s the lump under the covers.



She really did enjoy the farm, she seems a little bored of her walks since we got back in the city. I’m pretty sure I heard her say ‘lame’ at one point. I’m sure she misses her new friend, but most of all I think she misses the massive mud puddles.

this is SPARTA

Jeremy got a haircut yesterday; it accentuates his beardiness.