Old Dog

Why is it that even though I have read all the books to date, I still want to know what's going to happen on Game of Thrones?

Ohhhhh... and remember. No penis pictures in your introductory PM/Email/text to your providers. Or in any other correspondence thereafter.

Back at ya CK!

Vaginas are now side to side instead of up and down, the clitoris has been enlarged for easier accessibility. They changed that in 2009. We haven't been able to touch boobs since the second Harper government was given a majority. Ohhhh... providers now must be given fresh cauliflower (in the cello wrap) in addition to the donation. Other than that, it's exactly the same as it was.

Humility. Humanity. The need to do the right thing knowing that the accolades may fall elsewhere. Knowing that the world respects us, not because of power or of historical significance, but because we are good people. Understanding that we still exist through fortitude, a strength of character that quietly declares, "We are none other than Canadians." We are embarrassed when others compliment us; we accept what we are. Instead of waving the flag, we silently embrace the beauty of our character. We get teary eyed when we succeed despite the advantages of others. We treat others fairly. We give praise when praise is due, but we don't vilify those who fall short. We understand that not everyone can be the winner, and understand better that for every winner there must be a host of those that have never won. We are the good guys. We don't wear the white hat nor do we swing the big sword. We are the ones standing behind, thankful that we have done what we can to make the world a better place to be. If we were any other culture, we would hail ourselves as the model of what a country should be... but we don't. We can't. It's not in our nature. We're Canadians.

Mikey... I am so sorry to hear this. It's difficult to lose a loved one, and it's compounded by the presence of a holiday where family gathers. My family watched my grandfather and my father pass a few years ago on consecutive thanksgiving weekends. Both of them faded slowly and it was almost a kindness to see the end approach. It was cathartic; we deeply felt the loss but at the same time we knew that our emotional pain, that enduring weight we carried, was lifted. It's never easy, but assure yourself that with the passing all concerned will find peace and comfort; the mental and physical pain will vanish and the sense of loss you feel will be replaced by the joy of recollection - the good times. My thoughts are with you my friend.

Gotta go with Desmond Llewellyn... he was Q for virtually every Bond until his death. Pirates or Zombies?

I have to make it to the next Sin Sisters show.... I know that Annessa will be more than willing to let us know when the next one!!!

Cristy... there was reason I believed in you. This is testament to that! xoxox

Mmmmmmmm tenderloin seared medium rare with a dollop of garlic butter, savoury rice and nipplets. (okay it was niblet corn, but that wasn't so sexy.)

Mussels!!!! ... and in honour of that... here's Squeeze - Pulling Mussels (from a shell) 80's New Wave or 80's Funk?

Time to change all of those passwords and do a virus scan on your computer. It may be nothing, but then again... it might not. Better safe than sorry!

I saw this on Twitter today: I'm not needy. I'm WANTY.

In early September 2012, there was a point that I actually thought that post 5000 was never going to happen. In fact, I wasn't really sure that morning would happen, at least for me. Labour Day weekend is supposed to be eventful. It's when we say goodbye to summer and get ready for the colder months ahead. Pack away the summer stuff and bring out the long sleeves. Close down the cottage. Make plans for the air conditioner and the patio furniture. My labour day weekend began with a sense of draining. I had no energy. Walking was an effort. A shower required a nap after. Drying my hair took my breath away. I knew something was wrong, but my stubbornness said, "sleep it off, it's been a tough summer and you are just run down." It was more than that. I had a major heart attack. It was weird... no sudden chest grasping pain... just a sense of draining... like superman with kryptonite. That's when CERB stepped up. I mean it. CERB saved my life. Isabella Gia and Barrhaven Woody came over and took me to the hospital. They waited with me in the waiting room and stayed there until they knew I was being cared for. But it didn't stop there. I was in hospital for a week. Woody came to visit. Isabella came to visit and then came again with home cooked food. Cat and one of her kittens came to see me daily. Bethany, Phaedrus, Luxe and Alger all came bearing cups of coffee, muffins and most importantly, love. Alger left work early to come and pick me up at the hospital to take me home. When I got there, Boomer and Mister T had made food and left it in my fridge. Angela had gone to get my prescriptions. There were messages from Annessa, Nicolette, Gabriella, Samantha, EMB, Meg, Sara, Malika and Dorinda... and a very special message from Amelia ;) I was in tears. You have no idea how much I love my CERB people. It's more than that though. My CERB people are not just relegated to a small hidden part of my life. They are central. I am actually tearing up writing this... but they are happy tears... I have had so many visitors and so many messages It's hard to mention everyone... dammit. There are so many people that have made a difference and still make a difference in my life. You all make a difference whether you think so or not. So to everyone I have mentioned above and these few more, I give my thanks, my love and my friendship. Areez, Wendigo, Jazzitup, The General, AreJayEll, Lee Richards, Andy of Halifax, Toine, Spud, Notch, RG, Melly, Touch, RoyalFun, Scott, Steve, Silverado, Lone Skater, Mr Nice ... great guys. The best. Passion Vitto, Julie Wilde, Georgiana, Nathalie, Sami, Nikki Thomas, Emily, Emma, Cindy, Peachy, Soleil, Penelope, Katherine, Sophia, Alyssa, Cleo, Jasmine J, Jazy, Kimmy, Evelyne, Kianna, Chantal, Claire, Berlin, Alexxandria, Shortcake, GeGe, Alanna, Kerri, Ava ... damn... there are so many.... but you ladies in particular fill my life with joy every day. I wish I could write the name of every person that has made this time less difficult.... but threads have a finite amount of space... and I am getting sleepy. If I missed a name it wasn't out of spite... it's because I am old. Anyhow... this thread is for you. You have made my life worth living in these past few months and years... you make me smile, you make me laugh and you make me want to share a bit of myself with all of you. And I am going to say it, unabashedly, unashamed and without any hesitation. I love all of you.

Why is it that when a woman slowly caresses her own body and tugs at her nipples it is really really hot, but when a man does it, it just looks awkward? No, awkward is too polite. Weird. Okay... pathetic. When a man does it, it's just plain pathetic. And that nipple tugging kinda hurts. I think I sprained a nipple. Is it even possible to sprain a nipple?

I love bacon. I would marry bacon if it was only legal.

I HATE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every night at 2am.... GRRRRRRRRRR