...from that de-luxe apartment in the sky....yeah we're moving on up to the westside...I finally have an oven big enough to bake that apple pie.....
(apologies to the Jeffersons)
So here we are, on the eve of the "final" move. Of course we all know that won't happen until Sunday when we pick up the last of the little things. Four years worth of stuff, physical and emotional, has been sorted, boxed and moved or has been shredded and tossed away. Interesting too, now that I'm leaving the building, Krusty seems to have re-appeared in my life. I thought all that could be put behind me. Who knows, maybe it will be. Maybe my leaving here has set the wheels in motion to have that final closure. Maybe it's because I'm ready for it now, the move, the everything. HRG's feet are itchy babies, it's time.
It does make me wonder if we, as base brats, were subject to medical experiments and implanted with little switches. Every four years or so, the switch is activated and suddenly we're in a rush to move. We get one of those manchurian candidate phone calls and the next thing we know, we're knee deep in boxes and packing paper wondering why we still have the cheap little vase someone (usually a guy) gave us years ago. Then we wrap it pack it anyway. We've become hard-wired to be nomads and gypsies.
Or maybe a little too much Fringe gets watched here.
This is my last post from this building. Computers come down tonite. We start at 8 a.m. Upside is we'll be finished by noon. We kind of have to be, since the truck is due back then. No pressure though. TCB is so anxious to get moved in, this will be done in record time.
I'm feeling a little melancholy, a little semi-mental. This place marked a new beginning, the proverbial fresh start. It was comfortable and safe. Things that were so necessary at the time. This building of the bruised wrapped it's arms around me and promised it would keep me safe and warm. It's done a good job.
Now though, it's time for us to have a fresh start in a new place. Something that holds no memories for either of us. A place to make new memories, together.
I am SO ready for this.
HRG
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Restoring My Faith
Good morning babies! Another warm, sunny day looms. The early morning chill will be gone soon and then this afternoon--more digging in the dirt! It's coming along. The landlord happened by yesterday and is thrilled with the work already done. That's good because it would've been a very bad time to tell me he was attached to those stupid bushes.
But HRG, you ask, what's happened to restore your faith?
Well babies, let me tell you:
A new restaurant opened in the city just eleven days ago. The principle behind it is amazing. The people behind it even more so. It's called Cabin 12. Those of us fortunate enough to live here in Paradise should go for the best breakfast ever! The people behind it busted their asses, did all the work themselves, raised every penny themselves. Then over the weekend, some angry young man (read: little bastard) took it upon himself to smash his fist through the glass, shattering the entire storefront window. Probably trying to prove that he did so have a penis. The police here could care less and blew the owner off, refusing to even check both our local hospitals for someone who was seriously injured. It was the staff from two businesses surrounding Cabin 12 who helped clean up the mess and stayed with the owner all nite so that the window would be the only damage. Leaving it would've been like an open invitation for little bastards like the one who broke the window to come in and simply help themselves to everything else.
In an open letter to one of the city's best columnists (Jack Knox rocks!), the owner vented a little and worried about what to do now. Insurance doesn't cover the glass. Fear not. Facebook messages (and challenges) were sent out by and to many people. The result? By the end of their workday, more than twice the amount needed to replace the window was raised! And in the true spirit of giving back, the balance of funds raised will be used to purchase food (at cost) to be donated to two local food banks and OurPlace. Because you see, the people behind Cabin 12 were all just a breath away from needing those services themselves. They built this restaurant from the ground up, working on themselves in the process. Believing in this project, realizing this dream, helped them learn to believe in themselves. They deserve our support. (don't ask me what the jerk who broke the window deserves. That way babies, none of you will ever have to testify at my trial)
This has moved me to tears. It's so easy to get jaded, to think the worst of people. Thanks to the fabulous people of this beautiful city, my faith has been returned. People DO care. They will step up when necessary. They will help those who are only trying to help themselves.
I'm all verklempt......
HRG
But HRG, you ask, what's happened to restore your faith?
Well babies, let me tell you:
A new restaurant opened in the city just eleven days ago. The principle behind it is amazing. The people behind it even more so. It's called Cabin 12. Those of us fortunate enough to live here in Paradise should go for the best breakfast ever! The people behind it busted their asses, did all the work themselves, raised every penny themselves. Then over the weekend, some angry young man (read: little bastard) took it upon himself to smash his fist through the glass, shattering the entire storefront window. Probably trying to prove that he did so have a penis. The police here could care less and blew the owner off, refusing to even check both our local hospitals for someone who was seriously injured. It was the staff from two businesses surrounding Cabin 12 who helped clean up the mess and stayed with the owner all nite so that the window would be the only damage. Leaving it would've been like an open invitation for little bastards like the one who broke the window to come in and simply help themselves to everything else.
In an open letter to one of the city's best columnists (Jack Knox rocks!), the owner vented a little and worried about what to do now. Insurance doesn't cover the glass. Fear not. Facebook messages (and challenges) were sent out by and to many people. The result? By the end of their workday, more than twice the amount needed to replace the window was raised! And in the true spirit of giving back, the balance of funds raised will be used to purchase food (at cost) to be donated to two local food banks and OurPlace. Because you see, the people behind Cabin 12 were all just a breath away from needing those services themselves. They built this restaurant from the ground up, working on themselves in the process. Believing in this project, realizing this dream, helped them learn to believe in themselves. They deserve our support. (don't ask me what the jerk who broke the window deserves. That way babies, none of you will ever have to testify at my trial)
This has moved me to tears. It's so easy to get jaded, to think the worst of people. Thanks to the fabulous people of this beautiful city, my faith has been returned. People DO care. They will step up when necessary. They will help those who are only trying to help themselves.
I'm all verklempt......
HRG
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On A Lighter Note
The air is warm, the sun shining, the birds have been singing in the trees all morning. Today they were singing, yesterday they were having sex like rabbits. It's over in a flash (and there's not a woman who reads these words who doesn't know what that's like), but here she is, still singing for more. He obliges. Three more times. Still she's wanting more, but he's on a branch, huffing and puffing so hard it seems like he's about to have a heart attack. Maybe there is some truth to the whole viagra finding it's way into our water story.
So on this sunny, warm morning, let's share a nice memory, shall we? Good. Let's begin. We'll go back in time, about three years. It was three years yesterday that TCB landed for the first time. It was three years today that we knew this was something a little more than an infatuation. It was the day I stopped running and slowed to a jog. The day F&D formed their little alliance. Banished to the halls of "what happened in the bad times", they did their best to encourage HRG to return to her fun-loving, commitmentphobic self. They failed, yet they remain, whispering. It's ok, as you all know, I'm a little hard of hearing.
Three years later and here we are, happy and settled. Getting this house has really put a spark back into TCB. I love his smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he is truly happy. We were choking here, this small space kept getting smaller and smaller by the day. The new house gives us a chance to spread our wings and find a bit of space. It feels like home. Almost. Soon. Very soon.
And babies, HRG had the most fabulous birthday this year! Last year was horrid, and if not for two of my staff, would've gone down in history as my worst birthday ever. No one remembered. This year, in the days leading up to it, TCB made no mention of it. Didn't ask if there were anything I'd like to do, someplace I'd like to go. Biting my tongue hard, I said nothing about it until an invitation from J arrived. The morning of the day, while the coffee brewed, HRG walked into the living room to find FLOWERS AND A CARD on the table. I don't know how he did it, but he had them in this place all nite before and hid them from me. Those of you who've been here know what a Herculean task that was. Giving flowers seems to be a thing TCB is not comfortable doing, despite three years of pleading. It was the perfect way to start the day. That nite J and TCB took me to my favorite restaurant, gave me nice shiny presents and then off we went, the three of us, to meet friends and play some music.
All in all, it was the perfect day.
Everyone deserves one of those every now and again.
Even HRG.
HRG
So on this sunny, warm morning, let's share a nice memory, shall we? Good. Let's begin. We'll go back in time, about three years. It was three years yesterday that TCB landed for the first time. It was three years today that we knew this was something a little more than an infatuation. It was the day I stopped running and slowed to a jog. The day F&D formed their little alliance. Banished to the halls of "what happened in the bad times", they did their best to encourage HRG to return to her fun-loving, commitmentphobic self. They failed, yet they remain, whispering. It's ok, as you all know, I'm a little hard of hearing.
Three years later and here we are, happy and settled. Getting this house has really put a spark back into TCB. I love his smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he is truly happy. We were choking here, this small space kept getting smaller and smaller by the day. The new house gives us a chance to spread our wings and find a bit of space. It feels like home. Almost. Soon. Very soon.
And babies, HRG had the most fabulous birthday this year! Last year was horrid, and if not for two of my staff, would've gone down in history as my worst birthday ever. No one remembered. This year, in the days leading up to it, TCB made no mention of it. Didn't ask if there were anything I'd like to do, someplace I'd like to go. Biting my tongue hard, I said nothing about it until an invitation from J arrived. The morning of the day, while the coffee brewed, HRG walked into the living room to find FLOWERS AND A CARD on the table. I don't know how he did it, but he had them in this place all nite before and hid them from me. Those of you who've been here know what a Herculean task that was. Giving flowers seems to be a thing TCB is not comfortable doing, despite three years of pleading. It was the perfect way to start the day. That nite J and TCB took me to my favorite restaurant, gave me nice shiny presents and then off we went, the three of us, to meet friends and play some music.
All in all, it was the perfect day.
Everyone deserves one of those every now and again.
Even HRG.
HRG
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A Whole Lot of Everything
Good morning my babies! It's still chilly, but the sun is shining and the morning has been very productive. Little by little, this place empties, boxes stuffed full wait patiently at the new house, yearning to be set free from their cardboard exile. Soon my bright shiny things, soon.
You all know I am such a news junkie. I should find another hobby, or at least give up wearing knickers. That way they can't constantly be tied in a knot. Too many bad things happen to innocents, and those responsible literally get away with murder. It makes me sad, and, given the actions of certain authorities, embarrassed. You know because tasering a man who was simply lost and afraid in a country he didn't know, unable to reach out because he didn't speak our language is what we do here in the good old usa. Wait a minute HRG (I can hear you say that now) we're not 'merican! You're right. We're not. We expect better from those hired to protect us. Their behaviour is less than Canadian. They're cowards. Plain and simple. Tasering a man FIVE times because he may have made a "threatening" gesture with a stapler is their defense. Yes, you read right my darlings, a stapler! Big scary weapon. Then it turns out the stapler incident didn't happen. The officer was "confused". I'm thanking my Goddess that someone had the foresight to record the entire episode on his cel phone. Then he made it very public. Too late for the cowards to conjure up even more lies. The naive side of me (yes, I still have one) wants to believe that the promise of legal action is more than just pre-election posturing. With a heavy heart and sick stomach, the realistic side of me knows that nothing will happen to these officers. I can't call them men, because they're not. Oh, they're male, but I wouldn't refer to them as men. I stand by my original statement. They're cowards and each and everyone of them should be facing manslaughter charges.
And right before they're sentenced, they should be made to stand and apologize to every single Canadian and to the country of Poland.
But that would mean taking responsibility and we all know how that ends.
Sadly yours,
HRG
You all know I am such a news junkie. I should find another hobby, or at least give up wearing knickers. That way they can't constantly be tied in a knot. Too many bad things happen to innocents, and those responsible literally get away with murder. It makes me sad, and, given the actions of certain authorities, embarrassed. You know because tasering a man who was simply lost and afraid in a country he didn't know, unable to reach out because he didn't speak our language is what we do here in the good old usa. Wait a minute HRG (I can hear you say that now) we're not 'merican! You're right. We're not. We expect better from those hired to protect us. Their behaviour is less than Canadian. They're cowards. Plain and simple. Tasering a man FIVE times because he may have made a "threatening" gesture with a stapler is their defense. Yes, you read right my darlings, a stapler! Big scary weapon. Then it turns out the stapler incident didn't happen. The officer was "confused". I'm thanking my Goddess that someone had the foresight to record the entire episode on his cel phone. Then he made it very public. Too late for the cowards to conjure up even more lies. The naive side of me (yes, I still have one) wants to believe that the promise of legal action is more than just pre-election posturing. With a heavy heart and sick stomach, the realistic side of me knows that nothing will happen to these officers. I can't call them men, because they're not. Oh, they're male, but I wouldn't refer to them as men. I stand by my original statement. They're cowards and each and everyone of them should be facing manslaughter charges.
And right before they're sentenced, they should be made to stand and apologize to every single Canadian and to the country of Poland.
But that would mean taking responsibility and we all know how that ends.
Sadly yours,
HRG
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunny Days
....and the warmth of the sun from the balcony feels so wonderful on my face.
Due to circumstances beyond her control, HRG finds her gardening will be limited to cleaning the balcony today. TCB is home sick again...sigh.....
I'm a combination of worried and a bit pissed. Pissed because I remember hauling my sick self to work, sucking it up and getting through the day. Pull yourself together and try to get through. He's missed quite a few days work now, and there's that small part of me worried that he'll lose his job. Fear and Doubt still lurk about, looking for buttons to push. Every now and again one or both of them find the "past baggage" button and lean on it. Hard.
I'm also worried that something might really be wrong, yet in typical male fashion, actually going to a clinic to see someone would be an admission of less-than-maleness. He did get a family doctor which is a step in the right direction. But babies, his appointment isn't for ten days. MachoStudCoolGuy stuff wears thin after awhile. (no, I won't see a doctor because I'm too cool--I'll lay on the couch and whine instead) I'm trying to be as caring and understanding as I can be, but boy, sometimes it's tough.
I'm sure it doesn't help him either, my being a complete bitch most of the day yesterday and again this morning when he came home. I know where it's coming from--seems F&D Inc (which is how Fear and Doubt shall be forever known) have stumbled upon a bunch of buttons, accessible from inside or out. The big red "easy" button seems to be their current favorite. Suddenly, my ability to turn it into a joke to avoid the hollywood moment is gone. Witty sarcasms now sound mean. I'm working on it.
That said, does that mean that I'm not allowed to call him on stuff? Like packing my yoga mat even though I asked (nicely I might add) no less than SIX times for it to be left where it was. No, the screaming raving bitch that used to be employed by F&D Inc. doesn't work here anymore, thankfully. Something about her going out to get toner one day and never coming back. At least that's what her Uncle Jimmy DaFish said. Anyway, over-reacting didn't happen, even when the words "so what?" were dropped.
Marital bliss. And I can hear you both laughing now.
Funny thing, the move Saturday went well. We passed the test with flying colors! Not a cross word between us.
Go figure.
HRG
Due to circumstances beyond her control, HRG finds her gardening will be limited to cleaning the balcony today. TCB is home sick again...sigh.....
I'm a combination of worried and a bit pissed. Pissed because I remember hauling my sick self to work, sucking it up and getting through the day. Pull yourself together and try to get through. He's missed quite a few days work now, and there's that small part of me worried that he'll lose his job. Fear and Doubt still lurk about, looking for buttons to push. Every now and again one or both of them find the "past baggage" button and lean on it. Hard.
I'm also worried that something might really be wrong, yet in typical male fashion, actually going to a clinic to see someone would be an admission of less-than-maleness. He did get a family doctor which is a step in the right direction. But babies, his appointment isn't for ten days. MachoStudCoolGuy stuff wears thin after awhile. (no, I won't see a doctor because I'm too cool--I'll lay on the couch and whine instead) I'm trying to be as caring and understanding as I can be, but boy, sometimes it's tough.
I'm sure it doesn't help him either, my being a complete bitch most of the day yesterday and again this morning when he came home. I know where it's coming from--seems F&D Inc (which is how Fear and Doubt shall be forever known) have stumbled upon a bunch of buttons, accessible from inside or out. The big red "easy" button seems to be their current favorite. Suddenly, my ability to turn it into a joke to avoid the hollywood moment is gone. Witty sarcasms now sound mean. I'm working on it.
That said, does that mean that I'm not allowed to call him on stuff? Like packing my yoga mat even though I asked (nicely I might add) no less than SIX times for it to be left where it was. No, the screaming raving bitch that used to be employed by F&D Inc. doesn't work here anymore, thankfully. Something about her going out to get toner one day and never coming back. At least that's what her Uncle Jimmy DaFish said. Anyway, over-reacting didn't happen, even when the words "so what?" were dropped.
Marital bliss. And I can hear you both laughing now.
Funny thing, the move Saturday went well. We passed the test with flying colors! Not a cross word between us.
Go figure.
HRG
Friday, April 03, 2009
Another Pop Quiz
I can hear you all groaning now. A pop quiz on a Friday? Oh come on HRG, don't be so mean.
Relax babies. Put your pencils away until Monday. This test is one for HRG and TCB. It's a standardized test that all married couples must take at least once during the course of their marriage. There's no study guide either. It's so not fair. Hell, they don't even offer a weekend seminar. And your friends--the still married ones who passed the test, some more than once (just to show off) will do nothing more than roll their eyes and refuse to relive the memory. Something always comes up about therapy not being as cheap as it once was.
But HRG you ask, what's the test?
Tomorrow we're moving. Just the two of us. One of the two most important tests in a marriage. Or any relationship for that matter. (the other is travelling long distance, in a small car, with no a/c)
Can we get through it without killing each other? I'm not sure, but I think that's how you pass this sort of test. So, if he drops the box filled with precious crystal pieces, biting my tongue so hard it may need to be surgically reattached is a good thing, yes?
TCB being, well, TCB, once he gets started, he's going to want to move this entire place in one shot. It won't happen, but he'll pout for a little while. We'll survive that too.
If not, then here's hoping one of you my babies will post my bail.
HRG
Relax babies. Put your pencils away until Monday. This test is one for HRG and TCB. It's a standardized test that all married couples must take at least once during the course of their marriage. There's no study guide either. It's so not fair. Hell, they don't even offer a weekend seminar. And your friends--the still married ones who passed the test, some more than once (just to show off) will do nothing more than roll their eyes and refuse to relive the memory. Something always comes up about therapy not being as cheap as it once was.
But HRG you ask, what's the test?
Tomorrow we're moving. Just the two of us. One of the two most important tests in a marriage. Or any relationship for that matter. (the other is travelling long distance, in a small car, with no a/c)
Can we get through it without killing each other? I'm not sure, but I think that's how you pass this sort of test. So, if he drops the box filled with precious crystal pieces, biting my tongue so hard it may need to be surgically reattached is a good thing, yes?
TCB being, well, TCB, once he gets started, he's going to want to move this entire place in one shot. It won't happen, but he'll pout for a little while. We'll survive that too.
If not, then here's hoping one of you my babies will post my bail.
HRG
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