g I’ve come to the realization that it will be unlikely that I will do any sort of real post in the next few day, and certainly haven’t in the last several days… sorry, am distracted with dogs and beer and holidays………So here are some photos of our smarmy new house. I fucking LOVE it. There are a few things we have to deal with- the painting won’t happen for a couple of weeks and the baseboards and door trim are all still missing but I fucking adore this place. There is one major issue that I didn’t realize right away though. We use the backdoor to come and go, but the front door has a cute small alcove in between the screen door & the actual front door. (The cat is in HEAVEN!!) I like to leave the front door open so she can look out. It should be said here that I am NOT a bathroom door closer. EVER. If I happen to be crapping/dealing with a “personal hygiene”moment or digging snot out of my nose, I don’t close the door. If Steve walks by, sometimes he gets a show, sometimes he pukes a little in his mouth, but it’s the way I roll around people that I am comfortable with. If I had company, I would close the bathroom door. Honestly, I would. I was peeing the other day (door wide open) and realized by the shocked looks of the strangers out on the street that my toilet is almost perfectly in line with my front screen door. Surprise, surprise…..

Here are some random shots that don’t have anything to do with me peeing in front of strangers. In my last post, Native Minnow mentioned that he loves our coffee table. I get a weird little thrill when people love my shit. (Wait, not me shitting in front of the door, I mean my stuff. You knew that, right?)

I am still a little scattered from the move/the new dog/the uber expensive vet visit tomorrow for Lucy’s teeth, etc. I haven’t read a blog in days and I miss you guys however, being that it’s Canada day, rather than hit the webs I am going to sit in my yard and enjoy the ice cold beer that is waiting quietly to my left. I shall leave you with 2 different Canada day memories………..

This one was at Edgefest 1989 during a 2 year stint living in Toronto. It was 2 blissful days of beer and sun, music, maple leaf temporary tattoos, and me drooling over Matt Good & Daniel from The Watchmen. Good Canadian boys.

This one is 2001 at the Canadian consulate in Paris. That’s me and a bunch of random backpackers singing the national anthem. It really wasn’t a “backpacker” type of affair- more business suited ex-pats & their families, not our rubby lot. However, word had filtered through the hostel that there was free beer for anyone with a Canadian passport so obviously we went, smelly, disheveled and smiling wide amid the Canadian flags. Our singing of the anthem was not appreciated which baffled us, no one joined in. Weird. Until we were told that the itinerary included the Canadian representative leading the attendees in a round of Oh Canada. Oops. We just upstaged a dignitary. (Note the guy to the right smoking? He was part of the 3 piece band hired to play. He and his boys didn’t accompany us as they didn’t know the music to Oh Canada. Seriously.

Happy Canada Day gang. I’m holding up a cold Keith’s for you all.

Just a wee update before I slide back into an exhaustion coma………

The move is COMPLETE. Everything is unpacked, pictures on the walls, laundry done…. Yup, it looks like we’ve lived here for years because that’s the kind of gal I am. We fucking LOVE it!

Lucy is fitting in very well- poor little thing. She has so many issues I barely know where to start. Oh, yes I do- her teeth. Oh my fucking god. Never have I seen a dog with teeth this bad. I was going to upload a picture from the webs of random bad teeth but they almost made me puke so I’ll spare you. Imagine the worst teeth ever and those would be better than little Lucy’s. Her breath smells like ass and rot. We go to the vet today and I fear I will be shelling out quite a few shekels…….

She’s sweet, shy, sad, skittish, slightly hunched has no idea how to drink out of a bowl, has bad vision and on day four, is already acting like an entirely new dog. She’s standing a little straighter, walking around with more confidence, and napping comfortably without jumping 10ft at every noise. Oh, and she cuddles. A lot. Even Maggi seems to love her. She wagged her tail yesterday and I nearly cried.

The little one arrives after work today in the midst of moving chaos and I am still going back and forth on her name. Seeing as she was rescued “nameless” the field is wide open. Lilly is Steve’s favorite so far but I am stuck on Luca (C’mon, I know you’re all singing it in your head… “My name is Luca, I live on the second floor….”) Who knows, maybe I’ll look into her eyes and just know that her name is Constantinople……

So this is my last post before the move & the dog, and though I’ve said that before, this time I mean it. As my last few have been so filled with nothing that the black hole of nothing is sucking me into oblivion, I’m sure that you’re all very glad. I shall be back in a few days with pics of our smarmy new pad and beautiful new pup Stella/Lilly/Luca/Constantinople/Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Let the games begin.

So the move is Friday and I’m working and I’m losing my mind….. I still have so much to do. Low and behold, the rescue dog that I have been inquiring about and attempting to adopt is suddenly BAM! arriving on my doorstep tomorrow!. The timing is not ideal, but then again, neither is living in a cage for 4 years at a puppy mill because they don’t want anyone to see the fact that she was born with only 1 eye. It’s too “unsightly.” Maggi will take a day or two to adjust, but once she realizes it isn’t going anywhere, the new dog will become “hers”.

I’m dropping out of blog sight for a few days while I check off the 8 bazillion things on my many moving/new dog lists, but before I do, here is the picture I was sent of my new girlie.

This is Stella

Update; I just found out that she has only been “Stella” for 24 hours because they don’t know her original name. Since we won’t be screwing with her head, we have decided on Lilly. So….. everyone, meet Lilly.

Remember when my surgery date got bumped up and I freaked out? Well, it’s happened again and I am once more freaking out. This time around however, it’s a good freak out. As in can’t contain myself holyfuckholyfuck I’m exhausting myself with excitement kind of freak out.

Our moving date has been bumped from July 31 to Friday.

THIS FRIDAY.

Yes, as discussed previously, I am one of the seven people on the planet that actually likes moving. Wait- that’s really not a strong enough word- I fucking ADORE moving. (It hasn’t been confirmed, but I may have been dropped on my head as a child.) I may not be around the interwebs for a bit, but rest assured, I have not been hit by a bus, I will be too busy obsessing over which wall to hang BB King or some other such ground breaking decision.

Steve is equally excited for one reason, and one reason only, as per our conversation last night.

“Hey Babe! Only 4 more days and you get your normal girlfriend back!”

“I better!”

The world is alight with news of Iran. The election, the demonstrations, the death, and the denial, have reached us in the western world in an unprecedented way. As the masses took to the streets in Tehran and the world was flooded with those images, I honestly believe that Ahmadinejad was shocked. Genuinely shocked. This wouldn’t have happened 15 years ago, hell, even 5 years ago it would have been a different story. Steal the election, or at the very least, grossly overstate your margin of win and move on. Protests? Sprinkle in some violence and fear and that will settle the masses, right? Not so much anymore because we are watching. The media blackout means nothing as anyone with a cell phone or a twitter account and an Internet connection can bring us along for the ride.

I’m sure there are those that would love to see Mousavi imprisoned, or even killed, but the days where that would be quietly possible are long passed. Whether or not he would have been the correct political choice is no longer even the question. Mousavi has become a martyr, a symbol of the fight for justice. People- young, old, professional and peasant- have taken to the streets to call bullshit. Even the outright threat of deadly retaliation by Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khomeini, who renounces the demonstrations and backs the election results, has had little affect on the fervor of the Iranian people. I imagine Ahmadinejad is pissed because it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

We in the west, we in the rest of the world, weren’t supposed to be watching.

If you’re sick of hearing about my garden, you might want to take this opportunity to go to the bathroom, get a snack, masturbate, whatever.

After giving up on the garden that is apparently radioactive, or just plain spiteful, my tomatoes, jalapeno, & basil are flourishing in their non-Chernobyl containers. I scattered the toxic garden with wild flowers and crossed my fingers.

And suddenly, shit is beginning to happen. This is Chernobyl, revisited.