Thursday Night TV on a Sunday

I set my VCR to tape my regular Thursday TV shows (ER, CSI, and Grey's Anatomy) only to come home and the VCR didn't actually tape. Grrr Arrgh..

Still, not that mad considering I had just come from seeing James Blunt live again. He puts on a pretty good show for an unlikely Folk-Pop Star. I quite enjoyed it actually, and the company (Super Candace) was awesome too.

The internet is a funny thing. Some of it completely useless, like that UK site selling Poo and Pee stuffies, and some quite helpful. Found Graboid and spent the afternoon catching up on my said Thursday TV shows! I won't be using my VCR again other than to change channels.

I even watched "Smile Time", that silly Angel episode where he gets turned into a Muppet.

My friend Shell, (Vogel Stitcher) stated that in 6 years of not having TV she didn't miss much, I beg to differ. But I was always a rabid TV fan.

Double D Pomegranates, time to go home

Today I ate what I considered a DD sized pomegranate. I love them, and unfortunately the ones in Calgary are usually only about a B size. You should have seen me with the two that I bought today..and yes, think dirty. This one took me half an hour to take apart and my dad had to leave the kitchen because he told me he couldn't watch the bloodbath any longer.

Ah, the love of BC produce and fresh seafood. I've conquered my way through some pretty spectacular food here on the island. Roger made me salmon and tuna with all the fresh greens I could stand, Marilyn and Pop fed me seafood and took me to the cutest English Pub in Cedar BC where I had pan fried oysters. But all this rich food has made me gain about 5 lbs, which is ok considering how much I've eaten here. Now, as I prepare to come home I have to resign myself to the fact of eating like a single person again. The good news is that I can still do up my pants!

One week without my Q

I left for BC a week ago today. In fact at the time of this writing, I'm still there, or here. I miss my dog.

I have had some pet squishes to occupy me during this trip so far. I met a very docile three year old golden named Carmella at an artisan jewellery store in Victoria. I swear it was the dog who told me to buy that silver and gold ring!

I also got some purrs from Roger and Guy's cat Sonja. I've known this cat for years and only now in her advanced age, did she come up to me, sit in my lap and allow me to rub and brush her..momentarily until she bit me. Apparently she doesn't like her haunches brushed. She's pretty, and I'm not an anti-cat person, I just prefer dogs. They seem to be for the most part less snooty.

There are two dogs here at my dad's house too. Sadie, the chubby miniature schnauzer/yorkie cross and my dad's famous black Jag (lab). They mauled me with kisses when I walked through the door today. And I'm teaching the chubmonkey Sadie to shake paws.

But, with all the animal loving, it's still not the same as kissing Quincy's cheeks for the fun of it, rubbing his underpits because I know that's his very favorite place to be rubbed, giving him his three cookie bedtime snack, or rubbing his belly until the pervert pushes my hand to get rubbed lower. I miss his little dance for a dentabone, his running into the kitchen for a piece of cheese even though I'm opening a package of pasta and he just thinks it's cheese, or watching him roll in the last traces of green grass until the snow hides it for another season.

One more week to go without my Q, I'll be home on Monday night next week.

I QUIT!

Yes boys and girls, I quit..my second job. Quit, finished, done, over. I'm no longer employed by Ticketmaster. The siren howl of Quincy finally made me do it. That and the fact that Calgary isn't really the safest place to be at night anymore. I was working last Friday and I thought to myself, "Why am I still doing this?". I started in January 1995 and ended October 15, 2008. A few months shy of 14 years. That's enough.