I had a very good, GOOD Friday!

Yesterday was amazing. Woke up early, laid in bed beside my sleeping lover. flipping aimlessly through a digital camera photography book. Grabbed some laundry and went to my moms condo. While waiting for the laundry, I grabbed a peppermint tea from the Broadway Roastry and proceeded to window shop… literally. All the stores were closed.

Boyfriend treated me to some Subway, went home and had a nap with the amazing scent of lavender wafting through the house. Woke up, went to Manos’ with his parents. They treated us- I had the hamburger!

Came home, met with S & S, my neighbors, and went to the local pub. Liquid therapy at its best, my stomach sure did love me, but my liver.. er, not so much. Raspberry beer, paralyzers, appletini, and a vodka slime. The best part was the chocolate eruption cheesecake.

Went home, fell asleep in the familar arms of Ty, had good dreams.

What did YOU do?



The boyfriend and I are moving out of our apartment. Our last day there is August 31st, 2009. We decided it doesn’t hold the greatest memories (me) and that the rent is too high.

This is my favorite story of all time. I’m going to share it. My boyfriends name is Tyler. I never call him that. His name is Usdm, pronounced, Uhs-Dumb.

I lived in Edmonton, Alberta. I had a boyfriend named K-Dawg. We weren’t happy by a longshot, but we were commited. Well, he was. We moved in together June of 2007. My gut was screaming, “Don’t you dare do this..” but I’ve been known to throw caution to the wind often. I think we both knew this would be a disaster but we didn’t have other alternatives.

So, we moved into this townhouse. We begin fighting and screaming every single day. We absolutely despised each other. Long story short: it wasn’t working. We were such different people. He was all military and I was all, “lets dance around in our underwear and prank call people.” He thought my job of working in group homes was a waste of time, I thought his anal-ness of chasitizing me for jaywalking was stupid.

Him and I came from Saskatchewan. Christmas of 2007, we both travelled home from Edmonton. We went to a party of one of my girlfriends. K-Dawg refused to drink and I couldn’t stop my liquid therapy. He played videogames all night by himself.

I walked in wearing a red sweater dress with leggings. He walked in with a leather jacket and a dress shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. We flirted all night infront of K-Dawg. K-Dawg probably didn’t care too much. Usdm walked over to me and asked me my name. I told him and asked his.. He said “Sean.” All night, I called him Sean. One night, on facebook, I found him tagged. It was Sean from the party! His tagged name said: Usdm Friend. Huh? I added him with a quick hi. We started chatting on MSN Messanger. By this time, I was back in Edmonton.

He said: I have to tell you something.. my name isn’t really Sean, its Tyler.

 I said: Huh? I’m confused.. first your Sean, and then your Tyler, and who is Usdm Friend?

He said: lol. Usdm friend is something me and my friend Brian have going on.. its an aconym for United States Domestic Motors.. its a car thing.. My real name is Tyler.

I said: Ok, you lied! You lied! From now on, from here on in, you shall be called: Uhs-dumb. After your facebook.

Usdm. Usdm. Usdm. Thats all it has ever been for me. Sometimes, I call him Ussy. A nickname for a nickname. I’m strange. Anyways, back to the story..

I remember laying in bed, beside K-Dawg, thinking of Usdm. I knew I was in trouble. K-Dawg and I broke up in January, but we still had to live together. We couldn’t afford to leave our lease. By this time, the fighting was excruiating. You ever been madly in love and in a warzone? Don’t do it.

Usdm and I fell for each other fast in February. I moved home in May 2008, leaving K-Dawg with a mess he never helped me clean up in the first place. We spent every summer day being reckless, stupid, and madly in love. I lived in my moms quarter of a million dollar condo, but I wanted to be with him. We moved in together in July 2008. I haven’t looked back since. Yes, we fight. Yes, we make up. Yes, I love him more then anything or anyone. If we had to live in a box, I’m down as long as he cuddles me to bed every night still.

Our apartment was our first year. That first year can be rough. Pushing the first year into a whirl-wind romance thats on speed makes it worse. We fought, I didn’t expect Mister to get mad at me for not flushing the toilet- it was an act of love for the planet? He didn’t understand why it wasn’t okay to party until 3 am and leave me at home anymore? Its actually your turn to do the dishes? No. It isn’t. Yes. IT IS.

Sometimes, when I had a rough day at work, I run out of my car, through the puddles, the rain has chilled me to the bone, I can’t shivering, I’m angry at my life, my hair is a mess… I run up the stairs, barrel into the apartment and he grabs me, wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest… and with a sigh, “You shit.. you forgot your jacket again. I plugged in your cell phone for you. It was dead. again.”

i love you, i love you, i love you.

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The Oscar Love

I’m drinking… gulping, chugging my double doubles at work. Last night was rough. Our neighbors dog came down around 8-9pm. They were at a staff party and we had keys to their apartment.

So Oscar and Fenris played until Oscar started getting frustrated with Fenris not backing off. We brought Oscar downstairs. Then, I fell asleep. I woke up to Oscar howling thoughout our apartment @ 11-12pm. Poor puppy. I had to work at seven in the morning and Ty. had blood streaming out of his mouth. Regardless, he went downstairs and got Oscar. Oscar is running around with Fenris, making tons of noise. I couldn’t shut them up! So I suggest Ty. goes and gets his crate and they will sleep side by side. He does.

We put them in their own respective crates. Finally, my head starts dozing and I hear him whimpering. I start talking to him and putting my fingers in his crate. He won’t stop. He gets louder.

Ty. and I agree maybe he needs Fenris. So we put Fenris in his crate with him. 20 minutes of pure quiet. Then, Fenris starts snoring and Oscar starts crying louder. Ick.

This time, its one in the morning. I’m in text with my neighbor about her dog. We experiment by bringing Oscar back downstairs to which he replies with screaming bloody murder. We bring him back up. I’m exhausted and Ty’s mouth is hurting and he just wants to lay down.

My boyfriend is a light sleeper so if he falls asleep and then has to answer the door to give them back their dog? No go. He knows he has to wait for them to return.

I feel guilty because this was my idea and I should be staying awake but Ty. re-assures me that I need sleep more then him.

Neighbours call and they say to put him downstairs, he should fall asleep, or maybe he can spend the night? I ask Ty. He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to be woken up in the morning because then he will be up early for good.

Bleh. We put him downstairs. He screams and barks and cries and I text her. It is two in the morning and he can’t stop barking. I know the neighbors are going to be pissed and I feel guilty: We care alot about these friends of ours. We are within 5 minutes of going back down to get him when luckily, they arrived home.

Needless to say, I snoozed about 6 times, ran in my car with my pajama shirt on, got my double-double, and ran into work. My co-worker looks and me and shakes her head, asking, “Holy, did you get any sleep? You are wearing the make up you wore yesterday.”

I nod, clutching my double double and tell her, “Gonna get right on that.” She laughs. I forgot to wear a bra.

My boyfriend and I;

literally get in the stupidest fights in the world. For instance, todays fight, will be archived as “T3’s or grow up!”

Ty. calls me and asks me if I could call the dentist to find out when his appointment is tommorow. I do so and also inquire about what kind of pain killers he will be on. T3’s you say?

My mind races back to a pre-chicago boyfriend who used to get stoned off these… Hmmm..

Bad-Ass A-Dub comes strolling out. I press re-dial to my boyfriends work. I non-bothersome inform him of his time and drug of choice and then slid in that maybe I could have a hook up to some t3s’ too.

He hangs up on me.

(Deep down, I wouldn’t have even touched them, I think I was looking for a fight. I’m not one for drugs!)

I stare at the phone and shrug. Oh well, it was worth a shot. I’m back to my ever-go-happy self. La, La, La. Dance around my bedroom in my panties…

ka-boom. I get an e-mail from Mister. Shit On Life.

Why i act lame? why cant you use your head. Im not hear to chat with you all willy nilly whenever you get bored. Im working. And to ask me if you can get high off my pills…you a little pill popping teen now? Grow up, they are given to me for a reason. Im gonna be in fucking pain.

I know, right? JERK!

As if. Oh well, I still love him.

Good Girl A-Dub

ps: I may have sent this e-mail first:

why u gotta act so lame?
peace. im going out with my friends.
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Fenris and the Axe!

I went in for my meeting, sweating and nervous. Lo and Behold, it went amazing. It was just my 6 month evaluation. I came to the understanding that I’m far too hard on myself, I struggle with feedback and always feel the need to defend myself, and my boss isn’t as scary as I had thought.

The next day, my entire outlook changed. I wasn’t walking on eggshells, I could relax around the kids, I could laugh again and not feel angry or scared.

It was nice.

I made an appointment to get Fenris snipped. Ty. had felt alot of empathy towards this so when the lady asked, “do you want the extra bloodwork?” and, “Laser costs more then scapel but it hurts less…” I was all for it.

I can’t imagine the horror I would have to endure by Ty. if I hadn’t. “Are you out of your MIND? HE IS HAVING HIS NUTS CHOPPED OFF AND YOU CARE ABOUT A FEW BUCKS TO SPARE?!”

….Shudder. Boys are crazy.

Gym, Gym, Gym!

I need to join a gym. I need to be healthy and pro-active regarding it. There are two gyms near where I live: Mawson and World Gym. Both have their quirks and both are abolutely amazing.



Mawson Pros:

In the bathroom, there is a hair straightener with tons of amazing products, free to use!

Mawson Cons:

You have to pay extra to do the yoga classes, which I am really interested in.

Two of my co-workers go there which is good and bad at the same time.


World Gym Pros:

It is nicer on the inside regarding layout.

I’m probably more comfortable there, IE: less pipe makers.

The BEST part is the yoga/hiphop classes are included in membership! They also have better classes with much more variety.

Membership is cheaper for the two of us.

World gym Cons:

No hair products. 😦

…. ergh.


Bleck. My boyfriend still wants to check out both of them but I think this speaks for itself…

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Ty’ funny little teeth xox.

Finally, my insurance for work has kicked in. I signed Ty. and I up for getting our teeth fixed and since he is under my insurance plan, I also made an appointment for him to get his wisdom teeth extracted.

I on the otherhand, have gorgeous wisdom teeth that don’t cause me any problems… His- total mess. I really wanted to go for moral support. He said no. I said I was entitled to be there, it was my insurance. He said no. I said I needed to be there, to hold his hand. He said no. I stomped my little brown boot and cursed him with dry socket. He rolled his eyes.

The reason I want to go so bad: see him on laughing gas.

So, I decided to watch a youtube extraction video and I almost passed out. There is absolutely no way I am entering that dentist office with or without him that day. I will order some laughing gas over the internet if I have to.

Don’t go watch it.


St. Patricks Day was fun yesterday. Sars and I got our lovers to a little pub across the alley and drank. Sars was pretty hilarious near the end of it. I love that girl!!!