Risque Doesn't Live Here

Driving past a lingerie store the other night, I made a comment of how I used to shop there when I lived out in that city, years ago. Of course, I failed to mention that all I ever bought was panties and pajamas.

Adam responded "So, when are you going to start wearing that stuff?".

Me: "What do you mean? Lingerie? Like the sexy kind?".

A: "Yeah. Or are you just going to keep wearing that dirty wife-beater?".

For the record, the so-called dirty wife-beater is actually a cream-coloured tank top that is part of a pajama set, thank-you-very-much. Because it's cream, he thinks it looks like a man's sweaty wife-beater.

Coincidentally (or not really), my girl QC is planning on a boudoir photo shoot. She asked if I'd ever do it. My answer? A flat out no way. I have nothing sexy to wear!

No, really - I just don't see myself as sexy in the least, and I honestly don't think I could ever pull it off. It just ain't happening. No photographer will ever capture that because it's just not there. And I don't photograph well even fully-clothed - it would just be worse without.

Maybe I'll reconsider after I get the girls all fixed up and re-perkified.

BREASTS

Tits. Melons. Ta-tas. Boobies. Hooters. Yabos. Cones. Rockets. Guns. Scuds. Whatever you want to call 'em, doesn't matter. If I could change ONE THING about my body, that would be it. Seriously. It ain't pretty. After two babies, some serious growing (then shrinking), nursing and stretching - doesn't exactly make them nice to look at. I've never been self-conscious of the size - I'm ok with that part. It's the stretching and saggy part that I don't like anymore.

Why is it they don't make bathing suite & bikinis with the kind of "lift" that a good bra has? I've never spent $100 on a bra - but I sure did on a bikini that still isn't very flattering in that area. WTF? I think I missed my calling as a swimsuit designer.

A couple weeks ago, I went to lunch with a contractor that I know through my work. We (or he) decided to go to Earls on Robson, namely because of the "eye candy" there. I went for it. I think we spent about 80% of our lunch conversation on the "are they real?" conversation regarding our server. It made me wonder: what is society's obsession with big, beautiful breasts? And why is it that we just have to know if they're real or fake? Because really, when I get mine, I don't care if people are guessing whether they're real or not. The only thing I'll care about is that they'll be wonderful, beautiful, I'll be able to wear those tank tops with the "shelf bra" (shelf? seriously?) and not have to still wear a bra underneath in hopes of keeping the girls above my belly-button, and they'll be (like in the Seinfeld episode) F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S.

However, here you can read a great story on the one's God gave me and how I love to show them off in public.

Hope

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I took that off my kleenex box. It's "hope" in French, for those who are not bilingual. Yes, I purchased a Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation kleenex box. Totally random, but thought I'd share it.


Once again, I received a word and mulled it over and over in my head. And all I could ask myself was "What is the first thing you think of when you see the word 'hope'?". I actually wanted to ask my children, but they weren't there. So then I thought of what the word would mean to a 4-year old and then a 9-year old - and not any kids, but mine in particular. Here's what I came up with:


Top ten things my 4-year-old daughter "hope's" for:

10) That she can to wear a dress tomorrow

9) That we're having mashed potatoes with dinner

8) That we'll go for a walk and end up at the playground later

7) That she'll get to play with Meghan - her 10-year-old friend that lives across the lane

6) That her best friend Kira will be at daycare tomorrow so they can play together all day

5) That Papa will come over and bring her chocolate

4) That she'll be allowed to sleep in my bed tonight

3) That she can wear her "flip-flops" until the end of time

2) That she'll be allowed to stay up and watch "So You Think You Can Dance" tonight

And the #1 thing that Olivia hopes for on a daily basis:

1) That Mommy is picking her up today

And for Evan:

10) That we'll be going camping soon

9) That one day, he'll go on a cruise ship

8) That the Titanic will be raised one day

7) That his buddy Cameron will like all his new Pyrate Lego

6) That he gets the Black Pearl for Christmas

5) That he gets a cool teacher for grade 4

4) That if Juneau is in Heaven, that he's with Kaine (yes, he actually did say that to me - the kid's deep)

3) That I eventually put the little TV in his room

2) That he can mow the lawn again and Papa will give him money for helping

And the #1 thing that my 9-year-old hope's for:

1) That he'll get to go to a Canucks game next season.

And my hope? That my children remain healthy and happy and keep dreaming.

Survivor

As I sat here pondering my very first Blog Off subject, I realized that I am totally not cut out for this type of thing. I rolled this word "Survivor" around in my head until I actually started singing the Destiny's Child song out loud. I don't even like Destiny's Child.

The next thing that came to my head was the show Survivor. Yes I watch it. Yes I like it. But do I want to blog about it? Uh, not really. All I want in relation to the show is when I get voted out of the Blog Off, maybe I can be told "The tribe has spoken".

So finally, in chatting with a friend about it, I came up with the trip I took with Carly and the kids to Victoria to see the Titanic exhibit at the Royal BC Museum. What came to mind is when we were all given replica boarding passes of real passengers that were actually on the doomed ship. At the end of the tour we were given a chance to look at the list of survivors and lo and behold, I was the only one that didn't survive. The other three thought it was a hoot. Sadistic? Possibly. But is that telling me something?

I admit - I really hummed and hawed (sp?) about joining the Blog Off. What did it for me is basically that it's for a short period of time and also it's for a very good cause. Then I thought to myself, ableit briefly, that maybe I'll shape up my blog that was dying a slow death. Perhaps some people, other than my 2 or 3 regulars that only check to see if I've done anything lately, will start reading it again. And just maybe, I'll come out of this a Blog Survivor. (Cheesy? Um yeah, read my archives...)

What's In A Name?

I stole this from Kris. She didn't tag me but I'll pretend she did.

1. REAL NAME: Kelly

2. GANGSTA NAME (First 4 letters of real name, plus izzle) Kellizzle

3. DETECTIVE NAME (favorite color & animal): Green Cheetah (Could also be my ninja name?)

4. SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, and childhood street): Ann Palmdale

5. STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name.) Smiketar

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color & favorite soda) Red Rootbeer

7. IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, ) Einal

8. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (grandmother/grandfathers first names) Virginia John or Marie Ralph

9. GOTH NAME (Black & the name of one your pets): Black Dante

10. NATIVE NAME (Fun activity, element in nature, name of wild animal) Dancing Rain Cat

I will tag Carly and Courtney...this one is too funny.

Happy Mother's Day

Over the past few years, I've received some interesting home-made gifts from my children. A few have made it to the mantel, some on the coffee table or the fridge and some...well...they've gotten "lost" over the years.

Tonight, I opened a wonderful gift that Olivia made at pre-school. This one will definitely make it to the mantel and be held onto for years and years.

First, there was a card she made with a poem on the front:

My little handprints on the walls

On the mirrors and in the halls

I'll be grown some day

And all those tiny handprints

Will surely fade away

So here's a special gift

Just so you can recall

Exactly how my hands looked

When I was very small

Beware the New Neighbour

As you may or may not know, I've recently moved. I am slowly getting settled into the new crib. So far I'm loving it. And the downstairs tenant? Single mom of a 6-year-old girl. All she said the day she was moving in (when we were talking about bedtimes and the "mommy quiet time" that takes place afterward) was something along the lines of enjoying a glass of wine and my ears perked up. She looked at me and said "Yeah, I love wine". Can you say instant connection?

It also just so happens that I've moved directly across the street from an old friend of Dum-Dum's and his wife. Nice family. We haven't really been in touch much in the last 3 years since "the breakup" but it was more because I had in my head that he was Dum-Dum's friend, I'm not going to make other people feel uncomfortable, stuff like that. Apparently I had no reason to worry because they hardly talk to him anymore - they've grown apart since P is now a family man and actually grew up and matured a wee bit (while that's a big fat NO for Dum-Dum).

So, I saw my new neighbour a week ago doing some work in his front yard. Apparently he's not aware of the fact that I take photos of my neighbours when they're dressed funny or inappropriately (or are just wardrobe-aly-challenged?) and then post the photos on the internet. Should someone warn him? Or shall we wait until I am ready with my camera? I gave him a freebie that day. I even kind of warned him. But next time...I won't be so nice.

A Moment of Munson

Munson: I want sparkles on my cheeks

kelly: (exhausted sigh) Maybe for your birthday?

Munson: Um, no. I want a purple watch.

kelly: A purple watch? (Did I hear this right? Like she can tell time)

Munson: Oh, and make-up

WTF? She's turning 4. Lord help me.

Needless to say, I'm having a drink right now.

Suite Relief

Remember me?

Yes, I'm still alive and kicking. Barely...

I'm just here to debrief you on what's going on:

1. I wrote two final exams this week. One word: BRUTAL. I get massive anxiety when I have to write an exam and it honestly puts my entire body and mind through hell. Yes, I know, I seem to do it enough that I should just get over it but...I can't help it.
2. I move this weekend - which has just added to the anxiety. Yes, I am relieved to have found a place that I L-O-V-E and I am excited about it but at the same time it's very bittersweet. I won't be coming home to Adam every night and it's tough. We'll still see each other a lot I'm sure but...it's still tough.
3. We sold my truck. I am so sad to be saying good bye to my truck - I love this thing! It's the first brand new vehicle that I bought for myself and it's never given me trouble and I just love it. So this is hard...although saying goodbye to $500/month car payments is not hard. And never having to pay for gas is pretty sweet too. If you don't know, I've had a company car since January and it has been INCREDIBLE. Especially since the price of gas has gone up to $armandleg/litre.

So, in a nutshell, my nerves are shot, I've barely slept in two weeks and I'm planning on having a textbook burning at my new place next weekend. Anyone want to join me?

FIRED!

Have you ever been fired?

I'm on an email list for Comedy Central and they sent me a link to the trailer for this movie, FIRED!

The title alone piqued my interest, so I watched.

I'm DYING to see this one.

Check it out

Unfortunately, there are no theatres showing this in Canada. Or Washington State - thought I'd give that one a try too.

I just love the whole concept - if you have any good stories about being fired, send them my way - I'd love to hear them.

Baby Steps

They say that the most common New Year's resolution made is: put an end to procrastinating. They also say that procrastination is the toughest habit (if it even is a habit) to break.
I personally don't make resolutions - I don't particularily enjoy saying I'm going to do something (or stop doing something) and not following through.
That said, I do admit I have a horrible habit of procrastinating. Everything. From paying bills to returning phone calls to studying for exams - I leave it ALL to the last minute (or even worse - past due). I would love to change that about myself. But how? I don't know if its a habit or just my nature.
I was thinking about it today while I was sitting at the car dealership after dropping my vehicle off for some service that it was due for. I was actually somewhat proud of myself for getting it done when it was due, rather than waiting another month, which would be my usual. So I thought to myself, since I'm feeling so on-the-ball today, I am going to start taking the steps to improve on that horrible fault of mine.
My next step? To get the ball rolling on selling my old car. So I'm going to wrap this post up and get my butt oustide and start cleaning it out and getting it looking (and smelling) all pretty to sell.
Step #3? Start studying for my final exam which is in less than a month. Tomorrow. (Baby steps, remember?).

The Countdown Is On

That's right, folks. Only 55 days of "training" left. Er, shall I say healing?

Because, Mr. Mark-My-Words said: If Rocky can box at 60, then I can thread the needle at 35. And I wasn't the only one to hear this. I have witnesses.

April 25, 2007 - he turns 35. And I will film it.

Adam's threading the needle.

Oh, he says no now...but we'll make sure he has plenty of liquid courage to get him going. He keeps telling me that his toe hasn't healed from the last attempt. Check these out:

24 Hours Post-Incident - look at that swelling on his right foot!

48 Hours Later...look at that swelling and the beautiful bruising beginning!

So don't forget - April 25. Can't wait!

Up Close & Personal

This blog is pure fluff tonight. I don't know why - I didn't sit down at the computer with any intentions to post at all today. I'm just in that sort of mood, I guess. Maybe it's the muscle relaxant I took a couple hours ago because I did something awful to my back today.

Maybe I just felt like posting some random photos....

Random shots, of animals, people, things in my life that sometimes have me wondering "How would I feel if I drank a glass of wine with that muscle relaxant?".

It's not really a question, by the way....

Or maybe, with this sudden cold weather (again) and snow on the ground (yet again), I was feeling a bit nostalgic for some warm, Summer weather...

Er...maybe not.

Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

The little man went through his first test at Tae Kwon Do last Friday. Needless to say, he passed and now has upgraded to the yellow stripe belt. How proud am I? Extremely. (I aplogize for the poor quality photos - next time I'll make sure I'm actually in the room instead of outside and having to zoom in).

It was quite a process - he actually had to learn a little routine (they call it a pattern) over the last couple of months. When it was his turn, after a half hour warm up, he was called out to the floor with two other little white-belt boys and they had to go through the pattern in front of the Grand Master, about 5 or 6 black-belts that are also instructors, everyone else that was being tested and of course, parents and siblings that are watching. It's gotta be nerve-wracking for these kids, especially for the first time.

But he did it almost perfectly (he just wasn't punching properly) - and then he had to sit around the edge of the mat and wait. And wait. And wait....while everyone else did their testing in groups of 3's & 4's.

Then, once all the patterns were complete, they lined up about 6 at a time and had their turns at kicking the wooden board to try to break it. Each person had 3 try's, then they had to sit down and wait for the others to go through. Evan had his 3 try's, but didn't manage to break his. Then, they all got to try again - and lo and behold on Evan's first try he broke it! The look on his face was priceless. It's like he almost didn't believe that he had just broken a board with his foot. I couldn't get a good picture of him breaking it, but next time I swear I'm going to video it. Give me a break - it was our first experience in this and I wasn't really aware of what we were in for.

Good Times

I've been overhearing some snide remarks made about not having posted about this yet and I can just hear QC sighing "It's about eff'n time" right now.

Just over a week ago, my beautiful BFF put together an (exactly one month overdue) amazing little Girls Night Out 30'th Birthday Bash for your's truly. Unfortunately, I'm not the best with the camera-duty so you can view most of the pictures here.

We started out with Piera picking me up (though I was chauffer for the drive down because apparently I'm a faster driver? Whatever, I'm not legally blind in one eye). The first stop: Bloom Essentials for some pampering. Though I have to say, I almost forgot about receiving a luxurious massage when I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in almost 3 years. I think I just about screamed when I saw that beautiful smile of Siobhan's - what a wonderful surprise! I managed to get in a quick embrace before I was whisked off for my sooooo relaxing and much required 45-minute-long massage. Aaaahhh...it was wonderful. Courtney had her massage once mine was complete and she had that exact same look on her face when she walked out as I did. Meanwhile, Siobhan, Julie and Bex had pedicures and some gorgeous-looking toes after and our girl Carly had her very first manicure. I was going to post a photo of her Vixen-like nails on here but I think I'm going to save it for some future usage.

After the pampering and some wine and goodies we moved on to dinner and martini's at Delilah's. The food was fabulous and the drinks definitely lived up to our expectations. It was there that my wonderfully patient friends got me to open my gifts - hand lotions from Courtney and Bex (is that an age thing? I need to moisturize more now?), an intriguing-looking book from Bex (I can't wait for my mid-term to be done so I can sneak some time in to read it), a Starbucks gift card from Shivvy (that girl knows my weakness for vanilla lattes), an adorable little pink dish and some cool trinkets from Carly (who had also previously given me an uber-cool "Class of '77" t-shirt) and the kicker from Julie:

First, I opened the card that read: Now that you are youth-impaired, I got you a few essentials. I hope Adam is ready for you transformation now that you'll be sitting on the couch in your granny panties with rollers in your hair, mask on your face & eyes, drinking your precious Tassimo coffee.

In the bag was one of those gel eye masks that you keep in the fridge (great for hangovers!), a clay mask for the face, a package of hair-rollers, a pack of capuccino for the Tassimo and my very first pair of granny panties.

How awesome is she?

Now, I know I'm supposed to have Adam take a picture of me all decked out like she said on her card and, believe me, it will happen. But for now, since she seems to be so enthralled with all the goodies that I brought home after that night, you'll have to settle for mini-me:

We actually had a fun time putting them all in her hair. Then afterward she wanted me to try to paint ladybugs on her toes but we had to settle for polka dots since I'm not the most artistic (especially with a nail polish brush on the teeniest of toenails).

All in all, I had a fabulous birthday and will definitely remember this one forever. Thanks to everyone that made it as wonderful as it was (even the out-of-towner that couldn't attend in person but she was definitely there in spirit!)

The Launch of Flat Evan

Last year, when Evan was in grade 2, his class read the story Flat Stanley. It's a neat little story about a kid who was flattened when a bulletin board fell on him. He had wanted to visit with friends in California but it was too expensive to go by plane or train. Since Stanley was so flat, his parents mailed him to see his friends.

After Evan's class read the story, they all drew their own Flat Stanley's. Of course, most of the kids drew themselves instead of Stanley. The teacher then left it up to them if they wanted to mail their Flat Stanley's to people they knew in other cities and have those people send back photos of Stanley visiting all the different places. Unfortunately, Evan didn't have his ready in time to be taken to Paris last February with his future bride, Carly (snicker). However, his travels did eventually take off in September when he was taken to New Zealand and Australia courtesy of Nan & Papa Smith. (See photo of Flat Evan hanging with his Nan at the Opera House in Sidney Harbour).

I think this is the cutest thing ever and have been contemplating a blog just for Flat Evan. What I have finally decided to do is let the little guy take off and see where he ends up. Evan and I will make up a little note with Flat Evan's story, put him in an envelope with some instructions and send him off. His first destination, of course, is San Diego, California. You know who you are.

The going-away party will have to coincide with a certain someone's birthday dinner this Saturday...which just happens to also be KRISTIN'S 30th BIRTHDAY.

It's So Barren In Here There's An Echo

I've actually been a wee bit social lately and between that, a demanding job, demanding kids and American Idol auditions there has been no time to blog. Or check blogs. Or read my 126 new emails, for that matter. PLEASE - I can hardly keep up with text messages these days.

And for those of you that I don't actually talk to on a regular basis, I'll have to update you on my life changes.

Adam and I have been having a difficult time lately juggling our commutes to work and dropping off/picking up children from various schools and caregivers. We both have joint custody situations and it's difficult that we live in one suburb, my kids go to daycare and school in another (close by) and Claudia goes to school close to where her mother lives, about a half hour drive in the opposite direction. So you can understand our frustration. Adding drop-offs and pick-ups to our already long (an hour +) commutes to work makes for an extra half hour or forty-five minutes. Then by the time we get home, we're so exhausted we can barely carry on conversations with each other.

So our solution? We are going to move. He's going to move closer to his work and Claudia's school, and I will move closer to my kids' daycare and schools. It's the only way to do it and save our sanity. We are very much still together and we will still spend as much time together as we do now (we always have those days where we have no children and will happily spend the entire time together, just the two of us). There is absolutely nothing wrong in our relationship - which is what makes this so weird. A lot of people are having a hard time accepting our decision. I mean really - had we never moved in together, would that have been weird? I don't think so.

Whether or not other people can accept our decision doesn't matter to us at all. What matters is that we're happy, we both think that we are making the right decision and we both feel that our children will be better off being closer to their friends and their schools and spending less time being driven back and forth all over the place. And you never know what the future may bring us - I'm sure we'll be living together again at some point in the future.

Besides, doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder?

My Honey Away From Home

I've discussed this topic once or twice with QC and even as I type I'm still not sure how to approach the subject.
I have worked in numerous offices for the past 11 years now and I'm noticing this funny little trend. For the most part of those past 11 years I've been in a steady relationship. And, again for most of that time, I've lived with my man. Total monogamy.
Yet, at most of the offices I have worked at, I've befriended someone of the opposite sex, that eventually becomes my Office Spouse.
It's nothing bad. Completely innocent. It usually involves a lot of advice-giving (work-related and personal), lunches, joking around, sometimes insults and the odd "eff you". But it usually makes being on the job a little more fun, especially in a static office environment.
Ah, I remember my first one....Ray. He worked in the mail room. I was only 19, it was my first office job and about 10 months after I started there was when I first moved out of my parent's to live with Dum-Dum. About 4 months after that I found out I was pregnant with Evan. We had a big laugh (later on, of course) about the morning after I found out. I walked in the mailroom, asked for some supplies and then just looked at Ray and said "Oh yeah, and I'm pregnant" and walked out. He didn't know if it was a joke or serious and he didn't want to talk about it in the office so when we went for lunch that day and I started to cry, he figured it out.
Then there was Martin. Martin was younger than me by a couple years (Ray was about 7 or 8 years older than me). Martin was such a typical young guy - loved his fancy cars and name-brand clothing. Thought that driving an expensive car meant everything. But he was fun to hang out with. I still talk to him once in a while and hate to say that even now, 7 years after I first met him, he hasn't changed a bit.
After Martin I had a bit of a dry spell. I had Olivia, went on maternity leave and then didn't go back to work until Dum-Dum and I split up. Then I worked a year in a hell-hole where there were maybe 6 male employees out of 100 people. And socializing was a no-no. There was only one single male that worked there that talked to me but he kind of creeped me out. (Julie, you know who I'm talking about).
Then Tony came along. He had the horrible task of training me. Hands-on. Which meant hours together in the car and months of him introducing me to all the right people. And with tons of marketing comes tons of lunches, dinners, golf tournaments, hockey games...you name it. He has made the biggest impact on my career than anyone - and done me a lot of good. He's also given me so much great advice - on work, my kids, my relationship, everything. I owe a lot to him and he will remain a great friend to me for a very long time.
And now...at this job that I've had for just barely 3 months? I've started making friends. There's the young crowd - a group of 4, 3 girls and a guy, that are in their early 20's, just starting out. They're pretty cool, and it feels strange to be the "old girl" because in the past I had always been part of that young crowd. Two of the girls in that group have actually invited me out this weekend to a club and I am considering going. And my desk is next to the one guy who is the Office Spouse to all the younger girls.
The interesting thing is, this Office Spouse or Work Spouse is way more common than I thought. I've heard of a lot of people that have a Work Spouse. Even older people that have been married for years! So how common is this? How many of you have a Work Spouse?
Not just me? Check out some articles I found about this subject: Wedded Work Bliss, Platonic Office Romance, Married On the Job

Anyone Seen This?

Following up after this post:

I wasn't interested in it when it first came out - I've seen him on Da Ali G Show and really didn't think I could stand a full film about this guy, but the more I hear about it and see photos like this, the more I want to see it.

Any thoughts from people that have actually seen it?

The Biggest Loser - Corporate Style

I've recently joined in with a group of 21 others in my office in a weight-loss challenge. We throw in $2 every Friday (started last week, on the 12th) and for 10 weeks we weigh in. The person to lose the most weight in the end wins the pot. I thought to myself: What a great idea! All I need is a little motivation.

I know I won't win, but it's helping me to have this 21-member support network to shed a few extra pounds. Everyone shares their healthy eating and exercise tips and its a great way to bond with some of the people around the office that I don't normally get to chat with.

So last Friday I weighed-in, 2 pounds more than my scale at home has been telling me. And I've had a bit of a rough start. I've been craving potato chips like crazy! In hopes that its just my body wanting cruncy and vinegar-y stuff, I opted for a crisp salad and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Which I just splashed all over myself. Does red vinegar stain?

I'll try to keep posted on my (hopeful) weight loss - although I won't disclose my actual weight on here, I'll note how much I've lost (or gained....a good possibility).

29 And Hanging On For Dear Life

This is yesterday's post...unfortunately, BLOGGER sucks and I couldn't post it.

Oh God, just one more day and I'll be {gulp} 30. Ick. Why does this hurt me so much? Are the good times over? Is this the beginning of "Cougar-dom"?
It all started in November, when I got this wonderful new job. For the first time EVER I wasn't the youngest, or part of the "younger group" in the office. What happened? There's a whole slew of 20-somethings in this place and I've just be bumped up into the "older" crowd. I don't get invited to go for beers on casual Friday's. I get invited to the retirement lunches, though. WTF?
Yeah, there's the upside. When you call in sick, no one accuses you of being hungover. No one clock-watches because I don't take extended lunches or drag my sorry ass in late every day (due to being hungover). I'm just another hard-working, frumpy old mom with pictures of her kids on her desk and Advil in her drawer. That takes advantage of being reliable and responsible by emailing her friends and blogging during office hours.
So is it all uphill from here? More birthdays, higher numbers, no more big milestones to look forward to until perhaps retirement, at which point I just have to hope I have enough RRSP's to manage to get me through.
Wish me luck...

A Love Like No Other

I've fallen and I've fallen hard.

Now that we're together, I am so blissfully happy. I now feel....complete; my senses...awakened.

I love you TASSIMO!