Musings on a boring life?

Well, I was accused tonight of my last post being boring. Unfortunately, that comes with the territory of Life. But, to appease my friends desires (double entendre definitely intended), I will post about something that may be considered mildly interesting.

One of my many jobs as a technical support agent, is to give assistance to people installing Retractable Screen Doors which Home Depot is selling.

Yes, everyone, I'm one of those annoying people on the 1-800 numbers LOL!

So after a few months of giving technical support for these retractable screen doors, my colleague Steve and I have decided to start up a small business.

Since these retractable screens are currently only sold here in Canada, Steve and I will be selling them in the U.S. through Ebay. Together, Steve and I, are setting up a Webpage, where we will be selling these wonderful items.

I actually like this Screen door thing. It's useful, fairly inexpensive (especially when compared to other models) and it's damned easy to install.

Now, at work, there are some people who are mildly jealous of our business venture. So these people (actually only one insane woman) every now and then sends a harsh word towards us. This is kind of annoying, especially since she's the hell spawn who caused problems for me a few weeks ago.

Steve and I are pretty much set to make a shitload of money this way, so her foolish mumblings and comments just make me titter.

I actually do believe that that was the first time I've ever used the word titter in a sentence.

Not as eventful as other posts, but definitely not as boring as the last.

Insanity is mine, and mine alone

Well, I told Gabe.

I actually told him Wednesday night, after a good friend recommended that I tell him.

He was more amused than annoyed, thank God.

He actually asked me if I had slept with her, and when I told him no, he laughed and said, "Ok, it's a case of mistaken identity, no problem. So long as it doesn't happen again"

I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo relieved.

Thank you to my friend for giving me such good advice.

I have to blog about this...

I've been struggling the past couple of days whether or not to blog about what happened to me on Sunday. I have been reluctant to do so, on the off chance that somebody I truly know will see this, but then again, I don't really care, so here goes.

I told a good friend about this, and telling her has given me the courage to do so here.

I got an accidental bj on Sunday.

I know, I know. My friend had the same reaction. "ACCIDENTAL?????"

Here's the thing, as everyone now knows, I'm living with Gabe. Gabe's been dating this Cuban girl. Very nice looking girl, honestly. Not my type, but the type of most every other red-blooded male on the planet.

Well, on Sunday, after having worked a seriously killer shift (and probably highly illegal), I got home and decided to crash on Gabe's bed. As is my custom, I end up covering myself completely, including my head.

Now comes the interesting part. I started to have this dream that I was in this incredibly romantic situation with Teri Hatcher (she's always been a fantasy of mine, plus I love how she acts), when I notice that it isn't completely a dream. I open my eyes, and all I see is darkness, and I remembered that my head was probably covered, so I moved the covers, and there I see Gabe's girlfriend's head bobbing up and down.

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

I almost jumped, but the inevitable thing happened, especially after 7 months of not even being near a woman sexually.

She looked up, and you could see the sheer terror on her face. She started mumbling that she thought I was Gabe. Apparently Gabe and I are very similar physically, except she did say that I was a bit bigger :)

Well, she begged me not to tell Gabe, and believe me I wasn't in the mood to tell him. I just hope she doesn't blurt it out to him.

So, after 7 months of unwanted celibacy I finally got something, not necessarily what I was expecting, and definitely not with someone I was hoping for.

Now, let's see how this whole insanity turns out.

Strange but true.....

I got this in an email from my dad a while back. I was just perusing through my emails, seeing which ones I could delete, and I saw this one and figured it would be something interesting to post.

Similarities between Kennedy and Lincoln

The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860. John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Both Presidents were shot by southerners.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839. Lee Harvey Oswald, who
assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are comprised of fifteen letters.

Lincoln was shot at the theatre named "Kennedy".

Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln".

Booth ran from the theatre and was caught in a warehouse. Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theatre.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

Both successors were named Johnson.

Both successors were southerners.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

And... A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot, he was in Marilyn Monroe.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Now, I know the last bit is just plain funny, but the rest of it is kinda freaky.

Makes you wonder.

Blank State of Mind...

I don't know what to write about today...

I've been stuck thinking about what to blog for the past few days, and I honestly can't think of anything. I mean, there are things I could blog about, but how interesting would they be??

I could blog about broken hearts which never seem to mend, or I could blog about my long, and amazingly boring weekend at work, but of what interest would that be to you, my faithful readers?

So, as I inevitably do ever since I learned about Blogs, I surf through other people's blogs, and read about what's happening in their lives.


Sandra's blog is a wonderfully entertaining blog, and very honest in it's observations and insights. And just for the record, I'd like to state that I think Underhill is a serious dipwad who should be castrated with a rusty fork.

Firefly's blog shows us the wonder and beauty of tulips, life, and truly insightful polls. It's always a sincere pleasure to read what she writes, and I do visit every day, but I don't comment as much as I should.

Hester gives us a very in depth point of view into a world that, although obviously exists, not many recognize it. Adultery being the theme of countless porn movies and erotic literature, obviously is an arousing subject, but Hester shows us that although it is erotic, there is a large part of the theme that is barely considered, logistics. So kudos to you Hester for giving us the realism as well as the eroticism.

Venessa's blog is amazingly delightful and courageous. She has let all of her readers travel with her on her journey through Plastic Surgery, even letting us see her before and after photos (Personally, after having read all of her blog in one day, I don't think she needed it, but I do applaud her courage and strength of will to make that choice). I have no doubt that any man, and maybe women too, would fall for this funny and intelligent woman who writes such eloquent words about Life, the Universe and Everything.

RPD and Funkbh's blog about nothing (extremely Seinfeldesque in nature) delights us with their interesting insights. Unfortuanately my good friend RPD has been without 'net connection for a bit now, but hopefully will be back with us, telling us how to best Eat the goat.

Russ & Mike give us amazing insights into being a Law student, and shows us the dichotomy of wanting to be one, and not knowing why the hell you decided to study law in the first place.

'Lita's blog shows us the insane and wonderful ramblings of a woman who enjoys life to the max. Lately she hasn't posted too often, but whenever she does post be prepared to laugh so hard your head hurts, and the good kinda hurt. You'll absolutely love seeing into the life of this interesting woman and hearing her stories about her roomates, her nights out, her kittens, and her interesting job changes.

Adria gives us her wonderfully powerful points of view socially, politically and musically. I don't necessarily agree with all of her points of view, but I do respect her and her viewpoints immensely.

So, as I inevitably do ever since I found blogging, I surf through blogs, reading other people's comments, other people's lives, other people's dreams and wishes. I find the same thing over and over again: we are all looking for answers. We are all looking for meaning. We are all hoping beyond all hope that someone, anyone, will read about us and empathize. We don't want answers, we just want everyone to listen. And each one of us, all these people I've mentioned, and uncounted thousands more, do have something important to say.

We are here.

I say to you my fellow blog community members and friends: the people who read your entries are wonderfully enriched. Thank you for that.

One of a few?

I hate being the "nice guy"

The guy all women want as their friend & confidante.

Just once, just once, I wanna be the guy that girls really go for. You know the kind of guy I mean. The one who's full of himself, harshly good looking and self-confidant.

That's the kind of guy women want to be with apparently. Not me.

I'm forever destined to "be a friend".

I'm forever destined to "understand".

I'm forever destined to "step aside".

For a few moments, I saw the sun shine through the clouds on a rainy day. That brief glimpse of sunshine gave me hope and joy, but, as is inevitable on a rainy day, the clouds overcast the sun once again.

Crap.

Feels like I'm sucking on a lemon

I hate getting depressed.

Fuckin' sucks.

Can't even think of what to blog.

Maybe I'll feel more in the mood tomorrow. Don't know.

My intelligence?

Saw this on Adria's blog, thought I'd give it a go.

Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

I always thought I was a hell of a lot smarter, oh well, guess my family was wrong ;)

I will fly in the face of adversity.....hopefully

So, I wasn't able to go see my special someone.

A whole jumble of things worked together to finally not allow me to go see her, or her me for that matter. She knows I really want to see her again, I told her as much on the phone just a little while ago, but sometimes Life works against you.

I have come to believe that it is at these times that one has to spit in Life's eye and yell "I'll do whatever the hell I want!". We don't get our desires handed to us on a silver platter, we have to go grab them ourselves, so I tell her now (since I know she'll read this) I want to see you again, be with you, talk to you, stare into your eyes and lose myself for as long as you'll allow me. No more fear, no more doubts, no more hesitation, at least by me.

But I will wait for you if you want me to, for as long as you want me to.

What an amazing blog!

As is my wont, while I'm at work, and bored shitless, I start surfing through blogs.

I found this amazing blog, that I highly recommend to anyone who wants to laugh, smile, and who likes decisive points of view.

It's called DiaBlog

Very interesting and insightful woman who is from my birth city of Toronto, but is currently in Hamilton.

Seriously! Check it out, 'cause you'll want to read all about her very interesting musical choices, her amazing political and social points of view and her adventures in life, as well as her interesting like of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which by the way Adria, I totally understand the David Boreanaz thing, although for me it was always more Sarah Michelle Gellar).

No WONDER!!!!!!!

I finally figured out why I've been so depressed the past few days.

A friend of mine, who's in Uruguay now, came online last night, and wished me a Happy Father's Day.

This may sound odd, but in Uruguay, yesterday was Father's day.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, and I thought to myself "No fucking wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Of course I had been feeling depressed, my ex-wife says I'm neglecting my son and then threatens to take him from me permanently, and the nagging thought that Father's day was coming...........anyone would have been depressed out of their fucking minds!

The realization helps, but the fact that my friend Bettiana (coincidentally the same name as my sister) and my special someone were the only ones that thought to say anything, well...it kinda hurts that they were the only ones to remember, I mean not even my family! At the very least I would have liked to have received an email. But nothing.

Sooooooooooooooooo. I worked this Saturday again. I was soooo bored, but I started watching episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond and I got to laughing so hard that I forgot my boredom. If anyone hasn't watched the show (The last episode aired a bit ago, but it was on for 9 seasons) I highly recommend it. It has moments of wonderful hilarity, as well as extremely emotive moments. I got caught up in one of those moments, and tears were literally streaming down my face on Saturday. Most likely backlash from being depressed, but still, the show made me feel.

And then comes my special someone, that one person in this whole huge country who actually makes me happy, the person who means the most to me in the Northern Hemisphere. We're gonna see each other!

Barring unforseen circumstances like Tornadoes, Earthquakes, Hurricanes, etc. we're gonna meet on Tuesday. Yes, I know, I know. Hurricanes and Tornadoes have been popping up all over the place (My prayers and thoughts are with all the people suffering the effects of these unfortunate natural events).

We were chatting on Saturday afternoon, in between my bouts of laughter and tears, and she asked me if I wanted to get together with her on Tuesday. Anyone who has been reading this blog would know by now that I said "Of course!"

I know what I feel for her, and I know what she feels for me, but she has to clear up some doubts and fears in her head before it can go any further, even figure out if it should go any further. So, a nice quiet evening, talking, having a coffee maybe, walking (IT BETTER BE A NICE NIGHT, NONE OF THIS RAIN CRAP!!!!) might actually be what she needs to clear up her confuzzled head.

I know I'm not confuzzled, at least, not about her.

New Computer

Gabe and I got a new computer last night. We went to pick it up at Future Shop, and what a beauty.

Spent all evening until Midnight setting it up and installing programs. The only thing that Gabe has to do is call Rogers so that we can have our High Speed Internet tonight.

I miss being online at night.

It feels like a Deathbag

Don't really know why, but I got depressed just now.

I got really blue and didn't feel like even moving. Don't even know why it happened.

As my special someone knows, one of my favourite authors is Stephen King. One of my favourite books by this author is Insomnia. Within this book the main character and the author describe what it is like to walk through a deathbag. The specifics of what a deathbag is don't really matter, but the feeling of walking through one are exactly what I feel right now. It feels like falling down an emotional well, and finding all of your sadness piled up at the bottom, without being able to find a way to climb out.

It sucks.

I wish I could talk to someone about this. At least I have this blog.

Wanting to rip my hair out!

God! Was I ever bored last night!

I've become addicted to the internet!

I got home yesterday evening and there was nothing to do at home. Gabe and I don't have a PC yet, but we're gonna get one this week. Hopefully before the end of the week. Since we don't have a PC, I was stuck watching TV all evening, and damn, was it ever boring!

I used to be a TV freak, I'd watch all the shows, keep up with them, and even obsess over the characters, but now, I miss being able to go online and chat with my special someone. I also can't download movies or songs or even TV shows like I used to. Just before I moved I had downloaded a bunch of old episodes of old TV shows, like The Greatest American Hero and Quantum Leap. Even the shows I watch now, I'd download them, instead of watching them on TV, since it meant that I could watch them whenever I wanted to.

I'd also download a shitload of movies, so that I could watch them at home instead of paying the movie theater price. If I liked the movie alot, then I'd go to the movies, but if not, I didn't have to spend the money on the theater ticket.

So I watched Jeopardy, Friends, and a couple of movies.

I really would have preferred talking or chatting with my significant other. But I guess I'll have to wait for that, and rejoice in the few minutes during the workday and her lunch hour when we can chat.

I hope this changes soon.

Frustration gives me headaches

I honestly considered packing my shit up today and leaving the fucking country.

I was pissed off at my ex, she started complaining this morning about how I was neglecting my boy and she wanted to take him away from me for good. This hurt so much I was in tears.

I did feel better at the same time because I was talking to my significant other. She makes me smile even with a hello.

But I was so distraught I sent my dad an MSN message saying, "Fuck everything, I'm packing up my stuff and leaving next week, I just want to be with Frankie".

He talked me down (he's good at that) and told me to hold off, cause I was doing a really good thing by being here, paying my bills, buying stuff for my boy. I was doing everything I wanted to do, and to top it all off I fell in love with a wonderful girl (not something I was expecting or even trying to do, but definitely a beautiful thing).

So I feel a bit better now, but my head hurts, and I'm scared to death that I won't see my boy. I did love my ex, I really did, and noone fought harder for she and I to be together than I did, but what kind of person threatens to take away your soul? I don't get it. It just gives me migraines thinking about it.

I hope I'll be able to talk with my special girl, she makes me happy, so happy.

My wonderful and not so wonderful, but painful weekend

Well here I am again, blogging when I had decided I wouldn't blog for a while.

I was all set to move on Friday, and I did (no need to worry about that), when I had a conversation with a certain someone. This certain someone takes up such a huge part of my heart that I'm surprised there's any space left for blood flow.

This talk wasn't one of the good ones, unfortunately. She was quite confused about many things, even her feelings towards me. So she decided that we shouldn't talk for a while, so she would have time to sort things out in her head.

Suffice it to say that this didn't go down very well.

I have always been a very "on the sidelines" kind of guy, but when I knew what I felt for her, I made a conscious choice to stop being that kind of guy. I decided to go for what I wanted, while at the same time respecting her wishes. So I asked her not to break off communication with me. To be honest I didn't ask her, I kind of pleaded, which is fairly embarassing. But she was of strong will, which I completely respect, and stuck to her guns. So I decided to respect her wishes. It hurt, but at the end of the day, that's all I can do.

So, I moved, went to Gabe's place, and settled in. That night we arranged with a couple of friends to go up to a cottage. Had a great time at the cottage, but I was kind of torn because it was really close to my significant other's workplace.

I soooo wanted to go see her, but she had asked me not to, so I decided to respect what she had asked of me. But I called her (I know, I know, but I am human and weak).

I talked to her for maybe five minutes, and lo and behold, she had been waiting for me. Women confuse me.

I had a good time at the cottage, but I got into a fight with one of the guys that was there. He was piss drunk and had no idea what he was saying, so I took it easy on him, but one cannot let oneself get stepped on. So I set him straight.

In no way am I a violent man, quite the contrary, I am very very peaceful, but if you get needled all the time, eventually you're gonna get tired of it. I got tired of it.

But on to nicer things. Saturday afternoon, we went to the beach to rest a bit and enjoy the wonderful weather, and we all got into a volleyball game. Oh boy! I hadn't had that much fun in months. I was actually playing pretty well, but because my level of excersise these past few months has been less than zero, so I got tired fairly quickly, but I forged on on pure adrenaline!

At one point Gabe hurt his left knee and could barely walk (his knee is now the size of a watermelon and he's gonna get it x-rayed just in case). Myself I did fairly well until yesterday. I was playing frisbee and I pulled a muscle, pretty badly. I figure I strained myself playing volleyball and it caught up to me later. So now I'm limping.

It hurts like hell!

Oh, well, at least I had a fairly good time. I got pretty drunk on Woody's Ice (Raspberry and Orange). But I do miss that special someone.

I really really do.

Moving Day!

Well, today's the day!

Gabe's coming to pick me up this afternoon after work, and I'm moving to his place.

Had the big talk with my grandmother last night and told her that I would be moving today. It actually went better than I thought it would. At first she was a little annoyed, but then she understood. I was going nuts in that house. It's hard enough living with my grandparents and all their little foibles, they're over 70, it's understandable, but add my uncle's on to that, and the fact that he lost his job so he's there 24/7, and you can understand how insane I was going.

So I packed my suitcases last night. It was kinda odd. When I moved in with my uncle, I had the same three suitcases, and everything fit fine, but last night I filled all three suitcases up and still had stuff left over. WTF is up with that?????? Either way, I finished packing my stuff, and I noticed how somber everyone was in the house. Maybe they'll miss me? Not really sure.

But I was feeling pretty good.

And to make things better, I spoke with that special someone last night :)

She had gone out for drinks and was a tiny tiny bit hammered when she got home, but she asked me to call her, so of course being the love-sick puppy that I am, I did. Oh boy the telephone bill's gonna be a doozy! But I don't care.

I enjoy talking to her soooo much. No matter how I feel in the day, whenever we chat or talk on the phone, I feel hundreds of times happier.

She was really tired, but still took the time to talk to this fruitcake. I have no doubt we'll be amazing together.

And to top it all off, it's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It just keeps getting better and better.

It just screws with your mind

I was surfing blogs this morning, came across a really interesting one, Sunsets & Car Crashes. The author has a really interesting and realistic writing style.

But the thing that really freaked me was this pic on her blog, it just really fucks up your head in so many ways. Just so I'm not the only one that feels kinda fucked up because of this pic, I show it to you all, so you can join me in my trauma :)



EVIL!!

The one ink stain in a great day

I got really pissed off at a co-worker today.

I got a reprimand from my sector boss :(

For some reason my co-worker was pissed off at me and called me an idiot. I was annoyed at that, so I non-chalantly said "To be an idiot I'd have to have a low-level IQ, which I don't think I do".

Next thing I know, my sector boss is calling me into the lunch-room for a brief meeting saying that my co-worker had gone and complained to the Bosses of the company saying that I had said she has a low IQ.

WTF?????????????????????

I'm the one that gets insulted and she goes and complains about me? And to top it off she didn't even listen to what I said, so gets the whole thing wrong????????????

I just don't understand some people.

My sector boss is a great person, and just said to not pay any attention to my co-worker, and she's being moved to another section of the office, so she doesn't have that much contact with me, but I'm pissed off now, because I was the one reprimanded for her insult.

That is soooooo annoying!

Time flies when you're falling.....down the rabbit hole

5 and a half hours.

5 and a half hours.

5 and a half hours!!

I like history, but I don't know enough of the details of history to know for sure, but I'm sure lives have been changed, governments have shifted and a whole bunch of other things have happened in that time span.

But for me 5 and a half hours will always be an incredibly beautiful moment that I spent on the phone last night, talking with a certain someone, an amazing time that, if it were up to me, I would have extended indefinitely.

I felt as if I were in high school again, talking to that high school crush (you know the one, the one that you couldn't stop thinking about, the one you wanted to write amazingly corny and sappy poetry about). Don't get me wrong we are both quite aware of our ages, life experiences, responsibilities and limitations, but last night, oh last night, the possibilities seemed endless!

I said something to her last night, that is still ringing in my head. We were talking about romantic movies (kind of fit the situation) and I said something to the effect that the corny movie lines were the ones that stuck in our head, but it wasn't because they were corny but because they were the truest ones. And at the end of the day all the romantic movies, poems, songs and plays were all saying basically the same thing "I love you, will you love me?"

I'm just sooooo giddy today :)

I've had a total of 50 minutes of sleep, but I feel as if I could go one on one with a Mack Truck. I have never felt more alive, colours have never been brighter, even my burnt coffee tasted like sweet ambrosia this morning!

I feel as if I could smile all day, and I have been, and I will!

Everyone can bounce back, it's just a matter of finding the trampoline

I went to sleep with a huge grin on my face last night.

No, it wasn't because of what you people are thinking! :)

But I was happy because of a girl, I saw her last night. I was so giddy the entire time, I could barely stop shaking. The funny thing is she couldn't see me.

We didn't meet in person, but she did cam me. How odd a phrase, to cam someone, to connect visually and show yourself, in a sense to expose yourself to someone over an indeterminate distance. And also displaying a sense of trust.

I saw her and I saw angels floating on heavenly music. She was amazing. She had on this cute little "Canada" baseball cap, which just accentuated her gorgeous features. She has such an amazing smile, and seeing her eyes was like seeing one of the Wonders of the World (everything you know about them just doesn't measure up to the reality), I was literally wide-mouthed with how gorgeous her eyes were last night. She promised me 30 seconds of cam time, but ended up giving me more than 10 minutes. I couldn't stop commenting on how amazing she looked.

I've seen her before, about 3 months ago, but honestly my memory of her face, although clear and crystalline, couldn't compare to seeing the beauty that she truly is.

After we disconnected, I wished her a good night and I went to bed with such a smile on my face as to end all smiles.

Then this morning I was thinking about her, while I was sitting at my wonderful cubicle (I really do love my job, I just criticize it because it's what everyone expects of me), and hoping she would come online at lunch, I was thinking about how amazing she looked last night. At about 1:15 she came online and the first thing I noticed was that she felt like crap (I'm no psychic, as much as I'd like to be, she had a message in her MSN display name saying that she felt like crap). I felt sooooo bad for her, and actually supported her idea of staying away from the computer for a while (she thought she was sitting in front of the PC too much). All the while my heart was cracking, because it would mean that we wouldn't have our daily communication, which I soooo cherish. But I know that for the people you care about you have to make sacrifices, even if it means not being able to contact them.

I was resigned to it.

Then this afternoon, when I got home I was feeling kind of sad, I got an email from my ex-wife saying that my son wanted to talk to me. So I called him, and we talked and I laughed. He was watching Gremlins and running around my sister's place. He kept asking me to do Gizmo's voice or the Gremlin's voice, which I would obviously do for him. Then he told me how he was Batman, and that he wanted a Batmobile. He made me sooooo happy (he always makes me happy).

Then to top it off, I chatted a bit with that certain someone again, and she was feeling better, so that made me happy too.

There are times in our lives when we feel we're flying, then others when we feel we're crashing. I know this, I just didn't understand it until recently. I'm gonna borrow a wonderful line from Batman Begins (my son would be proud of me)

"Why do we fall? We fall so we can learn to pick ourselves up".

Isn't Joaquin a beautiful name?!!???!!!

I decided to call my sister after I finished blogging a little bit ago, since we haven't talked in a little while.

She's pregnant.

I knew she was, but noone was talking about it since we didn't want to jinx it (yes, we're a superstitious lot, but better safe and with our bases covered than sorry). She is now six months pregnant and had one of her Ultrasounds today. Apparently, not only will I be an uncle sometime in October or November, but I will be the uncle of a bouncing baby boy! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My sister's already named him. The newest member of my family will be called Joaquin.

I'm sooooo happy for my baby sis!

Pretty good news....

I met with Gabe today (my ex brother-in-law). We started talking about a lot of stuff and for some reason we ended up talking about my living situation.

As some may know I live with my uncle, and my Grandparent's are staying with us. It's kind of an uncomfortable living situation, but I was resigned to it.

Well, when I was talking with Gabe, he asked me "Why don't you come live with me?"

My jaw dropped!

Gabe and I have known each other all of our lives, he's as close to a brother I'll ever have. But I never considered living with him. He offered his apartment completely, all I would have to pay would be my food and half of the internet bill. WHAT A DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wouldn't even have to pay him rent. I offered but he didn't want me to. He also gave me his car! He bought a newer car, since he was bored of the old one. He was gonna scrap the old one, but then he said "I'm only gonna get 50 bucks for it, do you want it?"

I told him that I didn't have 50 bucks on me, but then he said, "No, have it, here are the keys. If you pay for your parking space, cool. It's yours."

WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

I've got a place to live, away from my insane family, a car, needs license plates but I'll get those. All I'll have to do is finish renewing my license and I'm all set!

Not bad, eh?

The only thing that would make this perfect, is if I could talk to a certain someone tonight or tomorrow.

One can hope.

I was working but I was thinking of other things....

I worked today, just got home about half an hour ago.

A co-worker of mine decided that he didn't want to work anymore so I got his Saturday shift. This is extremely beneficial for me, since I need the hours to make more money (which I always want but never have). It's a nice 12 hour shift where I pretty much sit on my ass and do fuck all.

So today was my first time doing this shift, and I think I did fairly well. But (there's always a but) I spent the entire day thinking about someone. Truth be told I did watch Mr. & Mrs. Smith, countless episodes of The Simpsons and Joey, but while I was doing this I was thinking about that special someone.

I wasn't able to talk to her at all today (except for a brief hello and goodbye this morning on MSN) since she was going to Live 8 in Barrie. And I won't be able to talk to her until Monday, since she's gonna be with her family until then. And I miss her. I never knew I could miss someone so much whom I barely know.

She now knows how I feel, what I think, who I really am, what really goes on in my mind. I've been more open with her than I ever have been with anyone ever before. And I miss her.

I love her laugh. It's catchy, and makes me laugh like crazy. I love the way she bitches, swears and complains at other drivers while she's driving the car she loves so much. Her voice is so sweet, just listening to her say "Hello" makes me smile so much. I love the things she says to me, the way she makes me feel. I look forward to every minute that we chat or talk to each other. And I miss her.

I think about seeing her again and I get butterflies in my stomach. But the really, really good butterflies. The ones you want to feel all the time. And I miss her.

I hope I'll talk to her again soon, because I really miss her.

A-B-C's of me

I found this on a wonderful blog that I found this morning, thanks Shellubra!

I thought it would be a good way for everyone to get to know me. Here goes:

A - Age you received your first kiss:
14 (can't remember her name)

B - Band I'm listening to right now:
Remy Zero

C - Crush:
Teri Hatcher (When I saw her in Lois & Clark I knew I'd eventually marry her!)

D - Dad's name:
Artigas

E - Easiest person to talk to:
Gabe and Cowgirl

F - Favorite bands at the moment:
Lifehouse, Jorge Drexler

G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?
Gummy Bears, no competition!

H - Hometown:
Mississauga, ON, Canada

I - Instruments:
Guitar and Clarinet (I know, I know, but I'm actually good at it!)

J- Junior High:
Didn't have one, but Elementary school was St. Christopher's

K - Kids:
1, Francisco (He's my every joy in life, and he likes Superman and Batman too, just like his old man!!!)

L - Longest car ride ever:
Mississauga to Miami, Florida (Did it like a dozen times with Dad)

M - Mom's name:
Betty

N - Nicknames:
Pabs, Pablito (grrrrrrrrrrrr), Foreign Guy

O - One wish:
That I'll be with my son again really, really soon!!

P - Phobia[s]:
Basement stairs when the lights are off (I still run extra quick up those last few steps)

Q - Quote:
"Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, just a little sadder"

R - Reason to smile:
My son

S - Last song you heard:
"She will be loved" Maroon 5

T- Time you woke up today:
5:50 (Damn fucking alarm clock!)

U- Unknown fact about me:
Everyone knows I'm shy, but noone really understands how badly I freeze up in social situations

V - Vegetable you hate:
Beets (Destroy all the beets in the world and I can die happy!)

W - Worst habit(s):
Biting my nails and Smoking (But to be honest, I enjoy both)

X - Xtremely?:
Shy

Y - Yikes!:
My uncle keeps downloading this freaky '70s porn and it keeps popping up on my desktop!!!

Z - Zodiac sign:
Gemini