Ok, ok, I just couldn’t stay away from blogging. I don’t why, but I love it. However, I’m not blogging here anymore, as my last post says, I’m no longer dating myself – however I am now, ‘Domestically Blitzed’ out. Find my latest ramblings HERE!

Quite simply,  I’m no longer dating myself. The blog has done it’s job, in more ways than one. I started it to really and truly get to know myself. To date and hopefully fall in love with myself. To accept all of me, the good the bad and the totally bizarre, all with humour, humility and hopefully, a dash of bravery. Well I think I did it. Me and myself had an amazing 2 years totally together – full of friendship and family; breakdowns and breakthroughs; extreme joy and bottomless sorrow, and posted it all on the interweb as a means to make it real and lasting.  To get to a place where I could honestly say that I unconditionally loved myself, and to be finally ready to unconditionally love someone else.

And that’s where I’m at now.

I’ve fallen head over heels madly and truly in love. I finally met my soul mate, my Edward Cullen (at the Wheat Shef over wings and beer fittingly enough). At the worst of times, I thought it would never happen. I gave up on magical romantic movie love and it broke my heart to not have it and more so, to not believe in it anymore.

Well. I’m grateful, relieved and utterly ecstatic to concede that I was wrong. The Notebook and Ryan Gossling are real. I always felt cavernously deep down in my heart that my soul had it’s little match out there. That they would be hanging out with each other while I was sleeping and conspire our meeting up right when the timing was perfect. I’m a little pissed at my soul that she took her sweet ass time, made me sweat it out and put me through some pretty shit situations, but hey, she can be a bit of fucker with a great sense of humour and I gotta love her because she does know what’s best for me, always, even if I don’t. And of course, she did bring my love to me after all, in the most serene magical and unexpected way.  And so to her and the universe at large, I own them my happiness.

And so my sweet reader friends, this is not goodbye, it’s just so long. It’s time to end scene and fade to black and roll credits on this lifetime original movie. There might be a sequel to it, something a little ‘look who’s talking’ nowish down the road, or perhaps a paperback edition, but for now, Me, Myself and I are off line.

I want to thank you for reading. It’s meant so much to me to share this out there and to have people relate. Thank you for the emails and comments of encouragement or for silently getting something out of it, even if it was just a great birthday song to share with others on their joyous day of birth.

I’ll sign off with a song from one of my favorite (and Canadian) artists, Classified.

xoxo,
Kristen

A few friendies are coming over and I’m making t-bones steaks! I can’t believe it I actually watched one of my least favorite cooking shows this morning as I got dressed (Road Grill) . I find the guy to just be so over the top but he made these t-bones steaks that just looks scrum-didilly-umptious and so I rushed out to buy some! I’m also cooking up grilled corn on the cob, mixed veggies and a homemade Greek salad, inspired by my favorite salad on the planet, which can only be had at Bar Italia in Winnipeg. No joke I had one for lunch for about 12 days straight whilst I was home.

Anyway, I’m jazzed because I am loving my back patio now. My dad decked it out with ‘patio lights’ which are actually christmas lights, but instead of them being $7 a pack, they are now $29 a pack. Oh marketing, I love you. I also bought myself a lounge chair and new pillow puffs for my metal patio set. Needless to say my ‘outdoor living space’ is looking fantabulous!

“My significant other says “meow” and;

“I’m not the girl next door, I’m the bi-atch down the block.”

Yeah. yeah. can you even imagine. What was wrong with her. Mom, what was wrong with you? At any rate, I was even humiliated wearing the t-shirt in front of my cat. I can’t bear to throw out a new item of clothing so I even thought of roller brushing some paint across my teets to hide the text and justify me tossing it in the gar-bagé. Anyway, mom, if you’re reading this, which I know you will be, no more t-shirts. thanks so much. Love you long time.

Also, just a note on the title of this post. I was flipping through an Ikea catalouge and laughed my ass off (LMAO) when I saw this one section dedicated to grabbing kids, showcasing super cool bedrooms and one of the tag lines in bold lettering across the page said, and I quote ” No parents allowed. Not!” — Um, ok Ikea, you’re about 16 years too late on that colloquialism. FYI, you nutty Sweeds, it’s totally uncool to say “not” nowadays. I think in effect you just did the exact opposite of your intention with that layout.

Ps – Micheal J Fox was a total ‘fox’ in the 80′s. “Casualties of War” is on and he is a cutie. Looking so slick in his fatigues. I love that guy! Also, John C Rielley, Sean Penn, and John Leguazamo are in this show. Imagine that!

Anyway, I have just been loving this whole home renno thing. I’ve been doing shit I never thought I had the stamina, know how or guts to do – Like spunging off mold from the ceiling. I’ve been putting in 12 hours days of hard labour and I’m just so dedicated it’s really great to see in myself. I honestly used to think that I really did need a guy for certain things. Like I can support myself financially, run a company and travel the world on my own – but putting up shelving or cementing the front walk or lifting a fridge down the stairs I really felt I needed a man for that kind of stuff. Well my friends, turns out I don’t. I can do it myself – or pay the 1-800-Got-Junk Guys $20 bucks to help me out!

Anyway, every muscle in my body hates me right now and so it’s tub time with a little Mad Men cued up on the laptop.

night nights.

So, day three, home renno project. T’was a good day so far. Not much real concrete head way, but I did rent a Home Depot rapist style white van sans windows and drove my new fridge home in it. Father is parking it out front and we have yet to see if this fridge will fit down the stairs. Had to send my Ikea fridge back today because it did not fit thru the hobbit sized door way of the basement entrance, or any other enters and exits to mine home.

So hopefully handy helper Frank can put up thr dry wall tonight and paint it, then tomorrow will be ikea kitchen set up day!

On another front – I’m creating a product line! Super excited about it!!! More on that later! Horrah horrah!

Well, I’m finally getting to renovating my basement! I’ve been in my house for two years now and one of the things that attracted me to the house was the fact that there was a basement apartment. Well, with high hopes of finding a cute little renter to help with my mortgage were dashed when I found out it was more of a faux apartment. One that had many a thing wrong with it. Such as a rotted bathroom wall, so the shower didn’t work, a kitchen sink that didn’t turn on, zero insulation (ie: you can hear everything in every room), a rank smell, mushrooms growing on the ground (yes, indoors) and the unmistakable smell of cat pee.

So I left it and only ventured down below for the occasional laundry day, until while home, I sequestered my father into coming home with me to fix ‘er up. So it’s now day two of the DIY renno’s and things are a bit dogie at best. He leaves on Wednesday evening and there is a shit pile that still needs to be done. Actually everything still needs to be done, as all that’s gotten out of the way is the demolition of an entire wall – by this guy (no he’s not my dad. He’s Frank. My handy helper)…

At any rate, my hopes are high and my Ikea kitchen delivery comes tomorrow, as does my 8 sheets of dry wall from Home Depot. As my dad says, ‘it’s going to get a whole lot worse before it gets a whole lot better’. I pray he doesn’t abandon me. I’m as helpless as a little baby goat when it comes to manually laborious things like this. Although, I did chisel off the old paint and slap on the new to my front porch! yeah me!

I’m actually not kidding. I really do love J to tha L-O. I even brought back a few of her Ja Rule remixes the other week. Nothing like rocking it with the windows rolled down to a little Jennifer and LL Cool J. Although I am a closeted fan of her music, I am a big fan of her film career, well not her RomCom’s (I might cut my own eyes out if I were ever subjected to Maid in Manhattan) but I love her drama’s. Just re-watched The Cell the other night as it was on the tele and Out Of Sight has one of the hottest love scenes ever, plus it a sick ass movie. It’s chalk full of George Clooney and directed by Steven Soderbergh – like how can you go wrong! Please just take out your blackberry or iphone and make a note called ‘movies to rent’ and then put it at the top of the list. thank you.

Speaking of George Clooney I think he is totally my fav older gentleman that I would totally do. Although, first on the list of actor’s that I would risk catching an STD to be with is defiantly Robert Downey Jr. Like come on! He is the only actor I can think of that actually seems cool that he’s an actor. Usually, when I think of actor’s I fall in love with them on screen – they can be soooo dreamy, but then you remember they aren’t their character, they are just actors and that they practice voices in the mirror. The mainly essence of whatever hard core dream machine they played in the celluloid wears off and they fall from grace in my mind. But not the Downey J-R. I think it’s because his eccentricities on screen are the same off screen. He’s got this I don’t give a fuck, I’m just nutty and delicious on screen and off. Plus having a serious drug addiction past is a little appealing too. Who doesn’t love a reformed bad boy that has kept his edge.

At any rate. I am secretly jazzed to see ‘the back up plan’. Yes, yes, it’s a Romedy, but I can’t help it, I’m starved for the JMeister and plus, I feel like it’s a relevant film. Who knows, that might be me in a few years if I continue to not get asked out dates.

Raosted garlic and with goat cheese!

Recently, I was re-introduced to the deliciousness which is roasted garlic. I’ve reserved this little oven delight in my mind for something I’d get served in a restaurant with my before meal bread or for dinner party appetizers. Never did I think it could be a little snackable for one – nor was it that much of a pull for me to prepare for myself. It seemed just a whole lot of garlic and not much else – tasty, yes, but a bit intense.  However, I was at a little soiree, watching the UFC fights (or mostly commenting on them) and she served it with goat cheese. Well, shit! It was the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted! and I’ve had it 3 times since! Thank god I’m not making out with anyone (just my moms dog).

Yes, roasted garlic, with goat cheese on a cracker, french bread or bagel crips is just a taste of utter heaven I can’t even describe or give proper justice to!

I got these ones pre-made but I think you just cut off the top, dizzle on some olive oil (maybe some balsamic?!), pop in the oven and volia! Snack of a lifetime!

It just sort of came out of nowhere around mid afternoon. I wasn’t feeling particularly irritable, in fact, my mood was quite pleasant, but then I checked my phone messages and got one from a woman at Rogers telling me that my new iPhone I ungraded too (I used to have one of the first generation ones, and then I ran it over. Not on purpose. Let’s just say it was the first and last times I will ever have “special brownies”). The message said that my new telefrancais (anyone else forced to endure that show?) got delivered out to some place in Vaughan (I know, I had to google map it too to find out what that even was…) and NOT to my office.

So, long stupid story short, I got bent out of shape about this. Like my irritability level peaked at a 9er and I actually wanted to have a fight with the UPS guy, even though he was being totally to the script apologetic (be it totally useless in being able to resolve anything). I wasn’t that bad. I’m still quite rational in these moments, understanding that he’s just a guy that answers phones and had absolutely nothing to do with my iPhone getting marooned, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to be cranky.

It’s so wierd when that happens because to be honest, I didn’t really care that much. Like, I’m not even going to be available to pick up the phone yet anyway, as I’m still in Winnipeg, and so really it didn’t matter when the thing showed up, however, there was an unquenchable desire to be upset. It’s that irrational irritable feeling that can only come from a good bout of PMS (or from being on the birth control pill – of which I’m not, for that exact reason). I swear, there’s nothing else really like it. To want to pick a fight is just the dumbest thing ever, but that’s irritability for you!

What a freaky emotion, or state of mind I guess. What is that useful for anyway? Like you know in nature all responses are sort of useful – like fear is good for alerting you to bad situations, or jealousy can be used to pin point your desires, or anger helps to decipher if your needs aren’t being met or if your power is being given away/taken – but what does irritability do beside have people run away from you?! Not sure. Anyway, thank god irritability isn’t in my PMS rotation that often, mainly I just get to enjoy being a bit more rotund around the gunt region in my pre time, but today I sure got a little sampling of it. In fact, I just yelled at my mom to stop having fun and turn down her music. I’m a curmudgeon.

Well hopefully once I get my iPhone I’ll be able to have a little forwarning on these issues. I’ve already downloaded a “Period Tracker” App.  Yeah me.

FYI – the above is an iTunes screen grab of the application description – NOT from my personal App collection.