Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Back to work for the last three days of the year. We did paddle pool this morning. It's always cold in there but the temp dropped to -13 last night. I kept my Lifa on throughout the workout and my feet were frozen like spring training by the time we were done. There's slightly more snow at work than at home but it's the sifted icing sugar variety. A city worker used a leaf-blower to clear the sidewalks and paths around the Etobicoke city centre.
Monday, December 28, 2009
So on Christmas day Ryan and I ended up seeing Sherlock Holmes - great movie! We had planned to see more than one but took too long eating breakfast, then I still had to wrap a bunch of presents. That set us back a bit. We saw the show at the AMC near my place, then had about an hour to kill between the movie and leaving for dinner. We watched half of 500 Days of Summer back at my house.
When it was time to leave, it was pouring rain and the temperature hovered around the freezing mark. Ryan offered to drive to Laurel's and then bring me home again but I didn't want to make him drive two hours out of his way in these conditions. The rain would turn the roads to black ice if the temperature dropped even half a degree. Ryan lives about 10 minutes from Laurel's place. Since Greece, I'm much more aware of my son's safety. I don't ever want to be responsible for putting him in danger again - age doesn't come into it anymore - so I decided we should take our own cars.
Dinner was great, as always. My sister is a really good cook. Tara & Melissa helped with a couple of the side dishes but Melissa didn't leave her wing of the house the entire time we were there. She's nineteen but has apparently been having a tough start to 2nd year at Queens which has resulted in "issues" when "dealing" with people. Every family has their way of coping with eating and/or anxiety/stress disorders but from my observation, money becomes a buffer against common sense. I am so confused about what's going on, the story changes, so all I can do is sit and wait for the dust to settle. We left shortly after exchanging gifts with the rest of the family. I think I've finally convinced my sister that we should all go away somewhere warm and beachy for next Christmas.
Boxing day, I stayed in bed until 9:30, getting up for paddle pool at the last possible second(seriously, none of us could remember why we decided to go but all five of us were glad we did!). Afterwards, everyone had to rush off but I had time to stop at Starbucks for a coffee.
I'm always wondering if I'd be happier in a downtown condo but on days like this, with time to just sit and take in the view, I love where I live. I sat at the north-east corner table, looking across at the lighthouse with the river in behind. A group of runners went by in their Running Room penguin jackets, chatting and laughing. I watched the lake swell push tiny crests up the river. Very relaxing, kinda hypnotic.
Surprisingly, Port Credit still has that small town atmosphere. It's too bad there are so many condos going up along Lakeshore. (Which reminds me that there are a few more photos to take for my boxing day, year-end wrap-up.). Things will change dramatically over the next few years. But today I could still believe that PC is just a small, harbour town. I watched a man walk up the public boat ramp from the river leading some sort of waterfowl parade. A long line of geese, ducks, a single swan and one or two seagulls followed him across the parking lot and gathered around the back of his pickup truck. Clearly this was a regular thing. He scooped and spread birdseed like a pro. My guess is he's spent some time in a barnyard because these weren't the actions of a weekender. They come down to the river to entertain their small children and get rid of their stale bread. This man clearly felt responsible for the birds' upkeep.
On Sunday, it was ridiculously warm with some weak sunlight.
I've wrecked my left foot somehow and can't run so, desperate to get some exercise, I went for a 25km bike ride. I doubled up on the layers and wore my x-c ski gloves. Perfect temp (although my earlobes were exposed).
I'd started my ride by heading towards Oakville. I ran into Stringer and his two kids on my way out of our neighbourhood. We chatted for a bit - they're heading to Mexico - but he's been sick and was feeling a little chilled so I kept it brief.
At the foot of Winston Churchill, I decided to head north. Damn that hill up to the QEW is tough when you haven't been training. I wish I'd worn my heart rate monitor. I doubt I've gotten it that high in awhile. And I don't think I've ever used the full range of gears - especially those smaller ones! Once you pass the QEW though, it flattens out completely so the rest of the ride was just pure pleasure.
I stopped at Chapters on Dundas @ 403 on my way home and picked up The Book of Negroes, for our next book club along with Surfer and Bicycling magazine.
One the way home, I decided to try a different route and came across a trail system I didn't know about. It runs along the south side of the QEW. I came to a fork and since one path swung back northward, I took the other which carried on in a south-easterly direction. I came out at Truscott near Southdown and cut across to Clarkson road and home.
I enjoyed the ride so much that I pulled my old indoor trainer out of the garage and set it up in the basement. There's one bolt missing so I'll have to get to Canadian Tire once it's open.
When it was time to leave, it was pouring rain and the temperature hovered around the freezing mark. Ryan offered to drive to Laurel's and then bring me home again but I didn't want to make him drive two hours out of his way in these conditions. The rain would turn the roads to black ice if the temperature dropped even half a degree. Ryan lives about 10 minutes from Laurel's place. Since Greece, I'm much more aware of my son's safety. I don't ever want to be responsible for putting him in danger again - age doesn't come into it anymore - so I decided we should take our own cars.
Dinner was great, as always. My sister is a really good cook. Tara & Melissa helped with a couple of the side dishes but Melissa didn't leave her wing of the house the entire time we were there. She's nineteen but has apparently been having a tough start to 2nd year at Queens which has resulted in "issues" when "dealing" with people. Every family has their way of coping with eating and/or anxiety/stress disorders but from my observation, money becomes a buffer against common sense. I am so confused about what's going on, the story changes, so all I can do is sit and wait for the dust to settle. We left shortly after exchanging gifts with the rest of the family. I think I've finally convinced my sister that we should all go away somewhere warm and beachy for next Christmas.
Boxing day, I stayed in bed until 9:30, getting up for paddle pool at the last possible second(seriously, none of us could remember why we decided to go but all five of us were glad we did!). Afterwards, everyone had to rush off but I had time to stop at Starbucks for a coffee.
I'm always wondering if I'd be happier in a downtown condo but on days like this, with time to just sit and take in the view, I love where I live. I sat at the north-east corner table, looking across at the lighthouse with the river in behind. A group of runners went by in their Running Room penguin jackets, chatting and laughing. I watched the lake swell push tiny crests up the river. Very relaxing, kinda hypnotic.
Surprisingly, Port Credit still has that small town atmosphere. It's too bad there are so many condos going up along Lakeshore. (Which reminds me that there are a few more photos to take for my boxing day, year-end wrap-up.). Things will change dramatically over the next few years. But today I could still believe that PC is just a small, harbour town. I watched a man walk up the public boat ramp from the river leading some sort of waterfowl parade. A long line of geese, ducks, a single swan and one or two seagulls followed him across the parking lot and gathered around the back of his pickup truck. Clearly this was a regular thing. He scooped and spread birdseed like a pro. My guess is he's spent some time in a barnyard because these weren't the actions of a weekender. They come down to the river to entertain their small children and get rid of their stale bread. This man clearly felt responsible for the birds' upkeep.On Sunday, it was ridiculously warm with some weak sunlight.
I've wrecked my left foot somehow and can't run so, desperate to get some exercise, I went for a 25km bike ride. I doubled up on the layers and wore my x-c ski gloves. Perfect temp (although my earlobes were exposed).I'd started my ride by heading towards Oakville. I ran into Stringer and his two kids on my way out of our neighbourhood. We chatted for a bit - they're heading to Mexico - but he's been sick and was feeling a little chilled so I kept it brief.
At the foot of Winston Churchill, I decided to head north. Damn that hill up to the QEW is tough when you haven't been training. I wish I'd worn my heart rate monitor. I doubt I've gotten it that high in awhile. And I don't think I've ever used the full range of gears - especially those smaller ones! Once you pass the QEW though, it flattens out completely so the rest of the ride was just pure pleasure.
I stopped at Chapters on Dundas @ 403 on my way home and picked up The Book of Negroes, for our next book club along with Surfer and Bicycling magazine.
One the way home, I decided to try a different route and came across a trail system I didn't know about. It runs along the south side of the QEW. I came to a fork and since one path swung back northward, I took the other which carried on in a south-easterly direction. I came out at Truscott near Southdown and cut across to Clarkson road and home.
I enjoyed the ride so much that I pulled my old indoor trainer out of the garage and set it up in the basement. There's one bolt missing so I'll have to get to Canadian Tire once it's open.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
I had my camera in the car so took some snaps around the neighbourhood. I've been meaning to do it for a few weeks because so many things have changed. I think I'll try to do it at the end of each year to track changes. So here's a look at Clarkson-Port Credit on boxing day 2009.
Even though the rest of Southern Ontario was blasted by snowstorms a couple weeks ago, the grass remains green along this stretch of the lakeshore. The rose bush by my front steps actually developed buds until the freezing temps put a stop to that.
The first blizzard arrived about 3 weeks ago. I set my alarm to go off a little earlier, expecting a gnarly drive in but when I looked out the window...nothing. However, as I drove the 11km north to work, it got progressively worse. Half the guys who live in Scarborough, Markham and all points north and east, didn't even bother coming in. They were buried.
Below is Jack Darling Park looking southwest from the driveway, toward the leash-free. It's been torn up for several years now. They worked on it, put it back together and then tore it up again. I don't even remember if they had a toboggan hill last year.
Since I don't have dogs anymore, it doesn't affect me but it has displaced a lot of people & pets. And I noticed the Southdown dog park is gone entirely. When I was dog-sitting Lola, it had a sign saying it was just closed temporarily and to use a newly created leash-free near Sheridan Nurseries. I believe the old one along the lake is the site of the new power plant that everyone's protesting.
The Tim Hortons at the QEW-Mississauga Rd exit has been selling coffee out of a trailer for the last half of 2009. This photo is taken from the west side. I pulled over on Indian Grove which runs south off of the service road. The trailer is invisible because it's tucked in along the east side of the building. Anyway, I'm sure you figured it out because the structure itself hasn't really changed except now it houses a Select convenience store where the garage bays used to be. I think the gas pumps are operational but not sure when the rest of it will open. I thought they might be making it into one of those giant service centres that has ramps directly off the hwy but I guess that's too much to do in an urban area.
And finally, here's a look at the river. It was frozen out to the harbour just a few days ago but it has opened up with all the rain and warmer temps. Still, as much as open water usually makes me want to get out on it, it's too cold. I'm happy in the paddle pool (that'll change by mid-february) .
Oh wait, I almost forgot. I snapped a few pics of the lighthouse just because the sun came out as I was walking back to my car. I didn't plan to post the pic but then I realized it shows the new stop signs at Front St. and John (I had to look up that street name). Basically there's now a 3-way stop right at the Dons' driveway. I don't know when it went up. It just suddenly registered one morning as I blew past, half asleep on my way to morning practice.
And I might as well post this other photo of the lighthouse. It got a complete makeover this fall. It took weeks!
Even though the rest of Southern Ontario was blasted by snowstorms a couple weeks ago, the grass remains green along this stretch of the lakeshore. The rose bush by my front steps actually developed buds until the freezing temps put a stop to that.
The first blizzard arrived about 3 weeks ago. I set my alarm to go off a little earlier, expecting a gnarly drive in but when I looked out the window...nothing. However, as I drove the 11km north to work, it got progressively worse. Half the guys who live in Scarborough, Markham and all points north and east, didn't even bother coming in. They were buried.
Below is Jack Darling Park looking southwest from the driveway, toward the leash-free. It's been torn up for several years now. They worked on it, put it back together and then tore it up again. I don't even remember if they had a toboggan hill last year.
Since I don't have dogs anymore, it doesn't affect me but it has displaced a lot of people & pets. And I noticed the Southdown dog park is gone entirely. When I was dog-sitting Lola, it had a sign saying it was just closed temporarily and to use a newly created leash-free near Sheridan Nurseries. I believe the old one along the lake is the site of the new power plant that everyone's protesting.The Tim Hortons at the QEW-Mississauga Rd exit has been selling coffee out of a trailer for the last half of 2009. This photo is taken from the west side. I pulled over on Indian Grove which runs south off of the service road. The trailer is invisible because it's tucked in along the east side of the building. Anyway, I'm sure you figured it out because the structure itself hasn't really changed except now it houses a Select convenience store where the garage bays used to be. I think the gas pumps are operational but not sure when the rest of it will open. I thought they might be making it into one of those giant service centres that has ramps directly off the hwy but I guess that's too much to do in an urban area.
And finally, here's a look at the river. It was frozen out to the harbour just a few days ago but it has opened up with all the rain and warmer temps. Still, as much as open water usually makes me want to get out on it, it's too cold. I'm happy in the paddle pool (that'll change by mid-february) .
Oh wait, I almost forgot. I snapped a few pics of the lighthouse just because the sun came out as I was walking back to my car. I didn't plan to post the pic but then I realized it shows the new stop signs at Front St. and John (I had to look up that street name). Basically there's now a 3-way stop right at the Dons' driveway. I don't know when it went up. It just suddenly registered one morning as I blew past, half asleep on my way to morning practice.
And I might as well post this other photo of the lighthouse. It got a complete makeover this fall. It took weeks!
Fairytale of New York, for some reason, is one of my favourite Christmas songs. In spite of, or possibly because of, it's gritty and melancholy nature, this song defines the season - I feel happy, sad, wistful and hopeful all at the same time.
And although Shane MacGowan is one of the ugliest fuckers in the business, an habitual abuser of drugs and alcohol, his songs are well-crafted, insightful and thoughtful works of genius. It's difficult to pick just one favourite but this is a standout in his and the Pogues repertoire. The addition of Kirsty MacColl is just the proverbial icing on the cake.
I've never seen this '80s era video before and it sucks as much as you would expect it to. I actually prefer the 2nd one I've posted, shot live on St. Patrick's day in 1988. Either way, the song evokes any number of personal images to populate my own internal slideshow.
And although Shane MacGowan is one of the ugliest fuckers in the business, an habitual abuser of drugs and alcohol, his songs are well-crafted, insightful and thoughtful works of genius. It's difficult to pick just one favourite but this is a standout in his and the Pogues repertoire. The addition of Kirsty MacColl is just the proverbial icing on the cake.
I've never seen this '80s era video before and it sucks as much as you would expect it to. I actually prefer the 2nd one I've posted, shot live on St. Patrick's day in 1988. Either way, the song evokes any number of personal images to populate my own internal slideshow.
Friday, December 25, 2009
wow. Christmas day 2009. Already.
I'm having a great day! Ryan arrived around 9:00am and we opened our presents. He hit it out of the park again this year. He got me a brand new, updated book of Bruce Trail maps. I've had my current one for over 20 years and have given away or misplaced many of the pages. We plan to hike the whole thing next year.
He also got me a snowshoe backpack/carrycase - something I've really needed ever since I got my snowshoes. Also, a high end 'automatic' corkscrew. He doesn't know about my plan to quit drinking wine but that's okay, I'll still get lots of use out of it when friends drop by.
I made eggs benedict for breakfast, which has put us on the hunt for a superior hollandaise recipe. The recipe I have was less than impressive. Besides the obvious, one of the things I love about my son is that we can sit through a long breakfast without running out of things to talk about. And that he loads up the dishwasher while I write in my blog!
Now we're heading down to the Scotia Theatre cineplex to see this movie and then whatever else is on until 6pm. Then we'll head to my sister's for Christmas dinner.
I'm having a great day! Ryan arrived around 9:00am and we opened our presents. He hit it out of the park again this year. He got me a brand new, updated book of Bruce Trail maps. I've had my current one for over 20 years and have given away or misplaced many of the pages. We plan to hike the whole thing next year.
He also got me a snowshoe backpack/carrycase - something I've really needed ever since I got my snowshoes. Also, a high end 'automatic' corkscrew. He doesn't know about my plan to quit drinking wine but that's okay, I'll still get lots of use out of it when friends drop by.
I made eggs benedict for breakfast, which has put us on the hunt for a superior hollandaise recipe. The recipe I have was less than impressive. Besides the obvious, one of the things I love about my son is that we can sit through a long breakfast without running out of things to talk about. And that he loads up the dishwasher while I write in my blog!
Now we're heading down to the Scotia Theatre cineplex to see this movie and then whatever else is on until 6pm. Then we'll head to my sister's for Christmas dinner.
I hope everyone has a fantastic day.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Lots going on . The Olympic torch arrived in Toronto on Thursday. Got stalled along the way by native protesters but they took a detour and arrived at Nathan Phillip Square on time for the big party.
On Friday, Seb got the amazing opportunity to carry the torch up in Newmarket. I didn't know about it or would have been there! Luckily his entire training group went up to cheer him on...
I heard about it when I went to practice and he had the torch there! It's cool that torch bearers can purchase their outfits and the torch they carried. Pretty special event to be a part of & Seb's involvement brought it home for everyone at the club!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Starts with G, rhymes with Dr. Malea (don't want google trolls)
interesting ... a sports medicine guy you all know, formerly from the F.I., is under criminal investigation by the FBI and RCMP. He is suspected of providing athletes with performance-enhancing drugs.
Several years ago, one of the national team athletes (one of the good guys) who was doing olympic lifting at that gym, told me that Dr. G had approached him with vague questions about what he'd be willing to do to improve his performance and made veiled references to an innovative treatment he was developing. At the time, I asked, "is he talking about blood doping?" and the athlete said he couldn't believe such a nice guy would be involved in that. After the paddler made it clear he wasn't interested, the doc never brought it up again.
Anyway, one day I was telling one of the other national team guys what I'd heard about Dr. G. and he said that he didn't believe it. He thought he was reputable and that those athletes shouldn't be telling stories about a professional with so many high-profile athletes in his care. I thought, you know, he's right. It's all heresay anyway. I didn't mention the incidents again, even when Dr. G's name came up in conversation (which it did frequently since so many paddlers were members at the F.I.).
So when I was driving home tonight and heard that "a Toronto sports medicine doctor was facing criminal charges" on the radio, even though I guessed it would be him, I was still a little surprised based on all the good things athletes had to say about him.
The thing giving this story legs seems to be that he treated T-Woods at one time. I have a feeling that if Cheatie McCheater wasn't so big in the news right now, this wouldn't even be on their radar but he's December's 9-day wonder and the media is just piling on.
Click here to read the NY Times article.
interesting ... a sports medicine guy you all know, formerly from the F.I., is under criminal investigation by the FBI and RCMP. He is suspected of providing athletes with performance-enhancing drugs.
Several years ago, one of the national team athletes (one of the good guys) who was doing olympic lifting at that gym, told me that Dr. G had approached him with vague questions about what he'd be willing to do to improve his performance and made veiled references to an innovative treatment he was developing. At the time, I asked, "is he talking about blood doping?" and the athlete said he couldn't believe such a nice guy would be involved in that. After the paddler made it clear he wasn't interested, the doc never brought it up again.
Anyway, one day I was telling one of the other national team guys what I'd heard about Dr. G. and he said that he didn't believe it. He thought he was reputable and that those athletes shouldn't be telling stories about a professional with so many high-profile athletes in his care. I thought, you know, he's right. It's all heresay anyway. I didn't mention the incidents again, even when Dr. G's name came up in conversation (which it did frequently since so many paddlers were members at the F.I.).
So when I was driving home tonight and heard that "a Toronto sports medicine doctor was facing criminal charges" on the radio, even though I guessed it would be him, I was still a little surprised based on all the good things athletes had to say about him.
The thing giving this story legs seems to be that he treated T-Woods at one time. I have a feeling that if Cheatie McCheater wasn't so big in the news right now, this wouldn't even be on their radar but he's December's 9-day wonder and the media is just piling on.
Click here to read the NY Times article.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Invited a few friends to stop by on Saturday. I must be getting better at the planning. I prepared exactly the right amount of snacks and bought just the right amount of beer. The wine, well...usually there are more drinkers of white than red so I purchased a couple extra bottles of Santa Margherita and both are still in my fridge. I made red & white sangria (both were pretty tasty) and lots of people brought wine with them.
The last person left around 3:00am and, except for a brief spell of consciousness around 7:30am, I slept for a solid 12 hours.
I had just enough leftover snacks to enjoy while I watched Amélie - still my favourite Christmas movie...
The last person left around 3:00am and, except for a brief spell of consciousness around 7:30am, I slept for a solid 12 hours.
I had just enough leftover snacks to enjoy while I watched Amélie - still my favourite Christmas movie...
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
I've finally found another station so I can dump CFNY once and for all. Like a lot of people from my generation, I've listened to 102.1 since it first started broadcasting FM from Brampton sometime around 1977. Independent and eclectic, they were fab at introducing new and original artist but terrible at making money. Over time they were sold to increasingly larger mediacorps and now play 'modern rock' (a phrase that could easily be replaced by "cardboard" or "beige" or "global warming").
Anyway, these days, I only hear the radio when my alarm goes off, That subjects me to the morning zoo. I just couldn't take it anymore so when I heard that Strombo is doing his show on CBC radio 2, I used it as an excuse to tune my receiver to 94.1.
I'm so glad I did! I'm hearing new and upcoming artists, long-forgotten favourites and exceptional live shows. And I actually enjoy listening to the radio again (I can quit replaying Russell Brand's BBC podcasts from the past 3 years!)
Here's an artist I'm liking at the moment...sadly, too late to catch her at this October gig.
Had another date with George last night. This time Jackie, Eve and Chrissy came along.
The show was okay but the guest was Tony Clement. Typical politician, wouldn't answer questions as they were put to him, danced around other subjects. Entertaining only because GS is such a good interviewer but TC was no Lyle Lovett (who was the other guest but had been pre-recorded). Throughout the breaks, he chatted with someone he identified as a downhill skiier in the front row. I never did figure out who it was.
We were laughing as we walked out of the CBC studios - directly across the road are 3 HUGE CTV Olympic billboards.I guess they're not above taking digs at the CBC for losing the Olympic broadcasting rights.
We made our way up to Hey Lucy where we ordered our drinks and shared appetizers before heading home. We hadn't realized that there was the Bills game at Skydome so everything was an ordeal - finding parking that wasn't special event $30, walking through the entertainment district, getting a table at a restaurant. But don't get me wrong, I love that Toronto is so busy.
I gave Jackie a lift home and went up to see the fam. Syndey and I did a lot of colouring, I played the djambi and fisher price megaphone while Syd danced and, when she went to bed, I got caught up with Blake.
All round fun night out with friends!
Anyway, these days, I only hear the radio when my alarm goes off, That subjects me to the morning zoo. I just couldn't take it anymore so when I heard that Strombo is doing his show on CBC radio 2, I used it as an excuse to tune my receiver to 94.1.
I'm so glad I did! I'm hearing new and upcoming artists, long-forgotten favourites and exceptional live shows. And I actually enjoy listening to the radio again (I can quit replaying Russell Brand's BBC podcasts from the past 3 years!)
Here's an artist I'm liking at the moment...sadly, too late to catch her at this October gig.
Had another date with George last night. This time Jackie, Eve and Chrissy came along.
The show was okay but the guest was Tony Clement. Typical politician, wouldn't answer questions as they were put to him, danced around other subjects. Entertaining only because GS is such a good interviewer but TC was no Lyle Lovett (who was the other guest but had been pre-recorded). Throughout the breaks, he chatted with someone he identified as a downhill skiier in the front row. I never did figure out who it was.
We were laughing as we walked out of the CBC studios - directly across the road are 3 HUGE CTV Olympic billboards.I guess they're not above taking digs at the CBC for losing the Olympic broadcasting rights.
We made our way up to Hey Lucy where we ordered our drinks and shared appetizers before heading home. We hadn't realized that there was the Bills game at Skydome so everything was an ordeal - finding parking that wasn't special event $30, walking through the entertainment district, getting a table at a restaurant. But don't get me wrong, I love that Toronto is so busy.
I gave Jackie a lift home and went up to see the fam. Syndey and I did a lot of colouring, I played the djambi and fisher price megaphone while Syd danced and, when she went to bed, I got caught up with Blake.
All round fun night out with friends!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Oh dear, this can't be good. I am definitely looking to get into a whole mess of eyebrow-raising 'Indeed'.
Tonight I bought mascara. And not just mascara - I bought eyeliner too. Soft, smeary, bruised violet eyeliner. Ok. That may not sound like much to you but for me that's equivalent to sending out an engraved invitation.
Let me put it this way...Some girls, when getting ready for that defining date, make sure their lucky underwear is (are?) clean, break out a new razor or head to the esthetician for a mani-pedi and wax. I do all those things but I also put on full eye makeup. For me, nothing underlines the first-time romp with a new guy like waking up in the morning, leaning into the mirror as you brush your bird's nest hair out of your eyes, gazing into your mascara-smeared eyes with a twitchy-smirky smile and thinking, "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about."
Hey, in honour of the full moon, here's Jace Everett's smoultry ballad, "Bad Things"...
Tonight I bought mascara. And not just mascara - I bought eyeliner too. Soft, smeary, bruised violet eyeliner. Ok. That may not sound like much to you but for me that's equivalent to sending out an engraved invitation.
Let me put it this way...Some girls, when getting ready for that defining date, make sure their lucky underwear is (are?) clean, break out a new razor or head to the esthetician for a mani-pedi and wax. I do all those things but I also put on full eye makeup. For me, nothing underlines the first-time romp with a new guy like waking up in the morning, leaning into the mirror as you brush your bird's nest hair out of your eyes, gazing into your mascara-smeared eyes with a twitchy-smirky smile and thinking, "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about."
Hey, in honour of the full moon, here's Jace Everett's smoultry ballad, "Bad Things"...
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Another full moon - I took this pic with my phone while we were walking through the marsh the other night. The last time around, I found all those lost items - this one just seems to bring a lot of good stuff. The past weekend was so great, this week has been really good and, from all appearances, it's going to be another fantastic weekend. Looking forward to Thursday!
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