Walking for a Cure

Hey all.

This weekend marks the fourth year in a row that I will be doing the 5km CIBC Run for the Cure for Breast Cancer Research.

I'm not pandering for donations. BUT, if you wanted to donate online, they are REAL quick with the tax receipt. LOL.

Here's the link below - no expectations, no strings.

And if you have someone you'd like me to walk for, let me know and I'll put the name on my card or t-shirt (depending on how early I get up and get there to do the t-shirt LOL).


https://www.cibcrunforthecure.com/html/personal_page.asp?track=3112974&languageid=1


Thanks everyone. :D


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Ten years - my how time flies.

Well, my lovelies, today marks the tenth anniversary of the day I said "I do." For awhile there, we both never thought we'd make it to this date.

Did I ever tell you guys how we met?

Well, I had been out of a relationship with my ex Rick, for about five months. I wasn't interested in actually finding a boyfriend. I just wanted to play the field. I was dating two guys - one named Dave and the other named Steve - and having the time of my life.

In order to combat boredom, I used to call the party lines, and lie about myself. Like I used to say that I was five ten, and I had black hair and green eyes. You know, stuff like that, cuz I never had any intention of meeting any of these guys IRL.

Well, one night at the beginning of May 1996, I called the party line, and for some reason, decided to just be honest for once in my life. I left my description as curvy, five four, and the penchant for drinking beer straight from the bottle.

Well, I got more messages left for me that night than I had ever experienced. I guess sometimes men DO want the truth. I went under the name Angell (of course) and hubby was going under Hot Rod, which was a plus in my opinion, being that one of my favourite wrestlers was Rowdy Roddy Piper. We "danced" a little, and then got off the party line and spoke for four hours. Turns out his name WAS Rod...and he was a wrestling fanatic, loved hockey, and country music.

He told me that he was only a year older than me, but his deep baritone voice made me doubt that. And he asked if we could meet in person. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end decided that a third guy wouldn't be a bad thing. So I told him where to meet me the next night after his shift. I chose karaoke, because all my friends would be around, and, as always, there's safety in numbers. He told me what he would be wearing, and I told him what I'd be in.

I took great pains with my appearance that night. I straightened my hair, dressed in the lowest cut top I could find (I had less weight on me back then than I do now), and was all ready to be disappointed anyway. LOL. He worked nights, so I had all night to watch the door, and all night to be nervous. Around midnight he walked in, and I was able to spot him right away. I passed by him four or five times - you know, to check him out - before he found out who I was. And the way that happened was he heard my name being announced for karaoke.

After my song (12 years later I don't remember which one it was), I approached him, and we walked over to a table. When we sat down, the first words out of his mouth were "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Wanna go to Vegas?"

Well, we didn't go to Vegas, but around our one year anniversary, we decided to move in together. The pic below was taken at his 25th birthday party.




And on September 26, 1998 - we said I DO (sorry this entry is being typed from work so no pics - I had the above one stored on Facebook).


As all marriages do, we've gone through our ups and downs (lots of downs I can't kid you on that), but we made it.


And here's hoping for another ten (I don't dare hope past that LOL).


HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SWEETHEART!


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

I know, I know....

Long time between updates. But it's been a little weird getting used to my new hours at work. For the first time in a LONG time, I'm putting in nine hour days in the office, and that's not including the hour or so I'm in there before my official "clock in" time. Rod's new job is working for another company in the same building, but he starts a half hour before I do, so we drive in together, which is great, but it means I'm up at six. For someone who's been sleeping in for the past four months, it's hard to get used to. But I'm doing it.

I did manage to get in one summer concert before the official closing of my "summer home" (aka The Molson Amphitheatre). It was a lethal 80's combo of Cheap Trick, Heart and Journey, complete with their new lead singer. It was incredible!! Both openers I didn't actually get to see, but I could hear them as clearly as if I was standing in front of the stage. Those Wilson sisters can still rock it out!!! Here's a clip from the show (doesn't do her justice but still sounds fantastic).



And then JOURNEY came on, and my supervisor knew I've been dying to see them my whole life, so she cut me early and let me go in. An old co-worker of mine came to see us and he decided to join me. So we each grabbed a beer, found a spot at the back of the lawns (and I mean at the very back - it was a sold out show - sixteen thousand strong), and enjoyed a kick ass show!!! This lead singer, Arnel Pineda, COMPLETELY KILLED! He's so damn talented, and very cute too. At least he's got the long hair and leather going for him. XP Check it out.



As for getting back to the rest of work, I'm taking it slow, and will probably only make it out regularly when hockey starts at the beginning of October. Which means I've missed out on the TIFF shifts (Toronto International Film Festival), but I can live vicariously through my friends Bhavna and Meaghan who went celebrity stalking this week, and managed to score close ups of Brad Pitt, Ben Barnes, Ralph Fiennes, Viggo Mortensen, and a few others that have yet to be posted or bragged about due to lack of sleep from stalking. LOL. I would have been stalking Jim Sturgess (yes, from Across the Universe, this hottie here).


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Oops, sorry. Got drool all over the keyboard. :P

I have been keeping up with blogs, but not necessarily commenting. Mainly because I've been reading them on my lunch break at work and clandestinely (is that even a word?) between phone calls when my boss isn't looking. Glad that everyone is still alive....I mean, you'd tell me if you weren 't right?

Oh dear....that was a bad joke....quick, someone toss me a cow, or some form of a muse....amusement would be nice....

*stifles groan*

Ok, ok! I'm going to bed now.

NIGHT NIGHT FROGGY.




Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.