I'm looking through the window, I'm looking at you.

Hello Blog world. My life is a little bit...no wait...a lot crazy right now. but good crazy. my new apartment is so much better, lots more space and more homelike and open. my old one is almost ready to get rid of for good. i will be sad to say goodbye to it but not really that sad because it's not like i am going anywhere.


but really..isn't an apartment just a structure to store all our things in and fill with dust particles and love and occasionally yelling? the structure itself doesn't mean much. once i move my cats it's like...ok, this is no longer home for me. that is when i get my closure. packing up the cats.


katie and i decided to get out for a walk today since the rain has stopped so that the roads can deflood and people can stop putting sandbags at the ends of their driveways. we went down to the beach. it was cool but i was hot from all the cleaning and shoving around of boxes so it was nice.

whenever katie and i go for a walk its like we are school girls who haven't seen each other for a week. we have drama to discuss and it is all very secretive. Katie is really, truly the sister i never had. I am so glad Dan has a sister and that she is not just some boring girl and that she lets me take pictures of her and tolerates my annoying, repetitive questions and stories.



there are some strange clouds in the sky, wish i was back in grade 5 and i could ask mr. eliott what they mean. the man was useless as a teacher, a terrible grader, couldn't remember anyone's names but he knew his cloud formations. oh the man knew everything about clouds...and mail order brides. but that is a whole other ball of wax, my friends.


this guy is pretty neat. he just kind of appeared one day. not the rock which was always there...but the face. and at night when the tide comes in it is almost sad to watch him. like he is gulping for air right before the wave hits him.

like i said before. the cloud were pretty damn cool today. they were photographing well also which is a rare thing. usually you see a beautiful cloud and it never shows up in the photo..but i am definitely feeling these cloud photos.


we went to Dan's parents after to drink hot chocolate but the boys took most of the whipped cream which was disappointing for me but not for my hips.

i guess it is almost time to get back over to the old place to scrub some more walls. menial labour helps to build character i think. the more and more time i spend on my hands and knees scrubbing stains out of the carpet the more i become an endearing and likeable person. because cleaning makes me happy..and accomplished.

and the cleaning the carpets for two whole days and losing five pounds because of it is a small benefit also. ;)

Krista & Krista...

the first time i read Krista's blog I thought that she was inspiring, talented, intelligent and funny. I remember thinking that she was a 'high quality' blogger. The photography, the posts, the integrity she has. You never ever will find a sub par post with Krista. It's always WHAM beautiful photos, adorable cats, funny stories, never a dull moment. reading her blog is like getting a taste of the finer things, and not champagne or diamonds but finer things as in real, true, honest writing through the eyes of someone who sees beauty in the most creative places. She is never vain, vapid or narcissistic like so many other bloggers. This girl is my blogging hero and I am so happy i got to meet her.

She feels like an old friend, and in a way she is. Just one that i hadn't met until a couple days ago.

she shot me, bang bang

i dreamed last night that an old friend was a suspect in a murder case. and while i was there for her as a friend i was still terrified that every time i turned around she was going to shoot me through the skull. we were staying in her parents little spec house, it was exactly like i remember. like every other spec house in the whole neighborhood. living room into kitchen, dining room into bedrooms, bathroom. stairs to the basement of creepy windowless bedrooms.

my dreams are always elaborate and very nostalgic. i am a smart dreamer. i remember things i shouldn't, i can do math equations in my dreams, i understand when things aren't logical. i point things out to myself, 'this cannot be real!'. i make up jokes that are funny even after i wake up. sometimes i laugh out loud. sometimes i have conversations with dan. i dream out of body, two feet above and behind myself. i am always skinnier in my dreams. this is partially to do with always being 17 in my dreams.

the kitties are having a hard time these past few days. the floors keep filling up with boxes and there is hardly any space for them to find a good place to rest their heads since the couches have boxes on them also. animals pick up on things pretty well. like they understand that change is coming close. the old cats are stressed while bug just finds it interesting because he has more stuff to snoop through and explore.

it's funny how cats like people, get old and lose their sense of adventure. bartelby is like a little boy to me and bagheera and ben are like old, disapproving grandparents.

people who don't like pets are missing out on some serious life lessons. each of my cats has different expectations of me, i love each one uniquely and i can list off personality traits for each one. essentially they are humans, in furry outfits.

ok, there is enough talk about dreams and cats to last me a whole year in this post. i have a one track mind. it goes the same places all the time and it is easier to just go along with it then try to fight it. my life revolves around cute cats, rainy weather, dreams and good movies.

i am not a difficult one to figure out.

41 if you include the fact that we don't care

i breathed a sigh of relief when i saw the lady next door back her jeep up towards her door today. i think she is almost done moving. this is a good sign. i need some extra time to get my things into the new place and then give this old place a good cleaning.

my landlord is an old man. he is good for paying rent to and calling in repairmen if need be and picking good tenants. but he is not at his prime and i feel bad leaving anything for him to do or fix. what he may lack in youth and energy he makes up for in wisdom and free candy. i wouldn't really have it any other way.

Bug likes him. and Bug doesn't like anyone.

anyways, Dan had an extra day off so we whipped into Duncan and did a couple things that were nagging at my brain and we have spent the rest of the day hanging out at home. I try to clean during the day and Dan does little movie projects that involve him hanging a screen in the bathroom and spaceships from the ceiling and boy oh boy i cannot wait for him to have his own room.

tonight we are going to finish watching star trek and i will write a little review on it tomorrow for those who haven't seen it. we watched most of it yesterday and so far so good. i know nothing about star trek except for that the captains name is kirk and some guy wears really weird sunglasses things, except they aren't sunglasses.

oh and charlie bartlett is in the new star trek also!

little things seem to make me happy these days. like dan getting an extra day off. and mandarin oranges. and kitties that come when they are called. and maybe a cup of weak coffee with lots of cream in about ten minutes.

these things are nice things.

devices of my very own

Dan went to bed early tonight. Which has left me to my own devices... sitting in my housecoat on his computer in the dark. it is quite chilly in this house but that is good because it means i wont dilly dally on the computer all night and get to bed.

i get to doing the click click click. aimless internet wandering, clicking on the same old shit. facebook, gmail, blog, blog, blog, deviant art, youtube. the list goes on and by the end i have looked at the same god damn things thirty times. which is stupid for me and good for your blog hits.

you're welcome by the way.

goodnight dear souls. i must rest.

a lot of secrets in district 9

So I finally got around to sitting down and watching District 9. Everyone..and i mean EVERYONE i know except for my mother probably saw it before i did. Sometimes I feel the need to see something in a theatre but usually I would rather just wait to watch it in the comfort of my home. That way I can lay in bed, a cat on my lap, eat what i want and hide under the covers at the scary parts without feeling like a fool.

Anyways, I had a lot of expectations before watching this because of all the things people had told me about it. And for the most part I thought the movie was pretty good. The main character is a great actor, you empathize with him, love him and also feel a bit angry at him at times. Like i have said before, you never want a character to be all good or all bad. His character was believable, alien arm and all.

The aliens were pretty alien looking and didn't look like cg crap. I found it a bit annoying that for the first half hour you barely even get to see them up close or very well. They are just walking and jumping around and all you want to do is get a good look at them.

I found it a little violent for my taste. and by the end i was ready for it to be over. i don't think the movie was TOO violent, just maybe a bit much for a delicate soul like myself. I just found it very heart wrenching the way they treat the poor aliens in it. it is pretty gross and horrible and comments a lot on the world we live in. the aliens are treated horrifically, expected to live in a slum, given nothing to work with, shot on whims and have all their children aborted. it's like a little bit of every horrible thing in the history of the world all rolled into one.

i think it is probably the most realistic alien movie that ever has been and possibly ever will be made. the only thing that would beat this is aliens ACTUALLY landing on our planet and shooting a real documentary about them.

this movie reminded me of black like me. in the way that the main character undergoes serious transformations and learns about how things feel on the other side of the fence. except that i think the book black like me is a bunch of hogwash and district 9 wasn't.

anyways, just thought i would point out that on my sidebar i now have a movie review section with links to every review i have ever written on my blog. some of the reviews are pretty short. and some you have to scroll through long posts for. but there they all are. no, i am not a movie review expert. but i watch a lot of movies. and a lot of the ones i review are personal favourite. so there you go.

rainy weather girls carry a pair of dry socks.

my life feels like it is hanging in the balance a little bit lately. waiting for this move to happen, waiting for my car to be fixed. i feel like i am stuck in that waiting place in 'oh the places you'll go'. even though i don't like change much, i also find it very hard to sit still. it may appear to most that i have patience, but i really don't. my mind is constantly ticking down this imaginary clock. i cannot wait, wait, wait any longer... every night when i go to bed i lay there and listen to my mind keep telling me i have better things to be doing than sleep.

martha stewart only sleeps like 5 hours a night because she has so much stuff she wants to get done. not that i could live off 5 hours of sleep but maybe sometimes i kind of feel like there is not enough time in the day to do everything i want. and it's not like i have plant pots to papier mache or cupcakes to frost. this is just everyday stuff i am trying to get through. cleaning, packing, letting the cats out, writing, photo-ing.

martha stewart is a super hero apparently. or a super villain. one or the other.

Kate and I would like to take some rain photos today which may be impossible since neither of us own an umbrella. we live in a rain forest and don't own umbrella's! maybe i have been desensitized to the rain and i don't even care anymore. except that my socks get wet and i hate that. so that is a no.

people on facebook keep putting their status updates to 'rain, rain go away'. i want to suckerpunch each one of them. we NEED rain. who CARES if the roads are flooding! the ducks are happy! the slugs are happy! the trees are thirsty! my soul is thirsty... (in the least pretentious way possible.)

why don't all the haters just move to the cholistan desert?

pulling the string with the note that's attached to my heart.

i am a fan of 'the weather' if that is something one could possibly be a fan of. i am obsessed with checking the forecast. i do it probably 5+ times a day. now it doesn't take an obsessive person like me to know that the temperature has dropped in these parts. quite a bit. it is no longer that warmish cold. the type that if you go for a brisk walk in you can warm yourself up to the point that a long sleeved t-shirt is all that is necessary. no. the sky is slate grey. the ground isn't muddy anymore. my sweatshirt isn't moist with well...moisture everytime we go outside. it is cold!!!

this is a prelude of what's to come. as in CHRISTMAS. and NEW YEARS. things I don't really want to think about that much. It's not that I hate them, i quite like the holidays. I just hate all the hooplah surrounding it. here comes a thousand different commercials about ipods and cellphones and giant screen tvs that i have no interest in. this is a big reason why i don't have cable. thanks but no thanks. i have a plan for christmas that involves a lot of making and not a lot of buying. i am broke. but i am also creative.

this works to my advantage.

had a visit with Patti today and she brought me a costume. so now i have a plan for next years halloween. now to find Dan a nice doctor's outfit, or maybe he can go as a patient. but really, i have like....300 something days to prep for next halloween so no biggie. but here is the question, does it really make sense to go as something you sort of already are??

i mean, i don't get to wear stuff like this to work. i think if we did the old men would go into cardiac arrest and the dementia patients would act like it was a full moon. once i wore a bright green scrub to work with my hair dyed red and the residents nearly went blind.

anyways, thanks for the great costume Patti!

so the packing shall continue as soon as Dan goes back to work tomorrow. there is so much stuff to do yet no point in doing it. is there any point cleaning the floors if people are just going to walk around on them for another two weeks? or pack up canned goods if there is a chance we are still going to eat it? it is difficult only moving next door. what to pack and what to drag. the bookshelves for example will just stay as they are and the boys can lift them over there with all my books in place. there is no point in messing with my alphabetical order. i wish i was joking but years and years of working in a library has messed with my brain. i am still not satisfied with my arrangement because i haven't applied the dewey decimal system to my non fiction collection. but in time...perhaps.

i wish i had a funny story but i can't think of one. my life is lacking humour. the most exciting thing i have done lately is going to music trivia at this pub a couple nights ago with some people Dan works with. that was good for proving to myself that i know nothing about music. the only one i knew that everyone on my team didn't was that knock three times song. and i knew it in the first five seconds. this is a product of my mother and my obsession with the movie 'now and then'. anyways, it was fun to see people frantically trying to figure out songs and bands. it really wasn't my forte. i am really hoping they bring a dead poet trivia night to that pub. but somehow i think that is a definite no.

oh sigh.

married a music man

my photog site is almost up. well...i don't know about almost. but it is getting there. Kate is doing it up for me which is very appreciated since I am site making illiterate. We took some photos of myself for the 'about me' page. i want my site to be personal and unique so i figured photos of myself would probably be essential to give people that friendly vibe. i hate posing though. scratch that. i don't hate it, i am just TERRIBLE at it. Kate is good for telling me when i look like a loser though.

anyways, Bug is batting a piece of styrofoam across the floor. it is very amusing. that cat will play with just about anything with an emphasis on things that crumple. scrunched up paper, balled up tape, plastic bags. what can i say? he's a bit of a nut. I packed up his cat tent and found him trying to climb inside it even though it was collapsed and pulling each toy out one at a time and going back in for more. apparently the move is not a go for bug.

oh my. i am telling ridiculous cat stories like a mother tells boring baby stories!!! help me!

pack ratted

today we are going to talk about packing protocol. like, your moving, and you have a lot of shit. and the person you live with also does. and so do your 3 cats. what do you do? do you pack up your own stuff? i mean, i am pretty sure the cats won't be doing their own packing. do you gut your entire house and throw out everything. do you cram more garbage bags of precious clothing you haven't worn since grade 5 into your already stuffed to the brim storage unit? or do you donate it to salvation army so some other grade 5 girl has some cute out of date clothing to wear. what is a girl to do???

I DON'T KNOW!

see, once upon a time there was a pack rat. she liked reading so she had a lot of books, she liked knick knacks and candles and coffee mugs and hair clips and framed photos and photo albums and throw pillows. so that was all good when she had her own bedroom and a mother who was constantly on her about organizing. but then she moved in with a boy who was a pack rat ALSO. except he liked collecting things like cardboard, laundry detergent bottles, old vacuum pipes, little soldiers and spaceships. transformers also, but they both liked those.

see the problem?! do you see MY PROBLEM!! this is hands down the worst part of our relationship. (other than Dan wanting me to scratch his back every five minutes). see pack rats are supposed to find non pack rats. and they can balance each other. but We are a couple and quite possibly the two worst pack rats on vancouver island. like seriously, we are so bad OTHER PEOPLE will come to us and give us their OWN shit they don't want to keep around because they know WE will find a spot.

AGGGGGHHHHHH. this is crazy. end rant.