Archive for November, 2009


3rd Wedding Anniversary

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Anniversaries and birthdays are synonymous with cake for me… You can’t really say you’ve celebrated a birthday unless there was cake… Maybe it’s just me…

I like cake!

Last year at this time we celebrated our 2nd anniversary with a cake and booking a trip to Disney… This year, I wasn’t motivated, I mean I’d gladly go back to Disney in a second but it felt like we needed something different. DR put his vacation-thinking cap on and with a few clicks found an amazing deal we could afford even after living through his workshare and the city strike… I’ll let DR fly with all the details.

I love anniversaries… and cake.

Addendum: And DR.

Overheard

Rainy and cold Thursday morning.
Office building elevator.

There are no stairways unlocked from the lobby in my building to go up to our office, I have no choice I must take the elevator even if it’s on the second floor… Not a fan. I NEVER take it down… Ever.

I come in with my coffee in one hand, my dripping umbrella in the other, I fumble for my keypass but managed to press the elevator button. I can hear the clicking of boots walking behind me. The doors open, I walk in first followed by this lady (I use the term very loosely) who instead of pushing the button for her floor keeps pushing the one to close the door. We can here another person walking fast in our direction, but this lady just wants to close that door and zoom to her office it seems.

The other person manages to get in as the doors close on her shoulders and reopen. The latest arrival takes her place in the elevator and realizes that the lady was pushing the “close door” button all this time. They exchange an ackward look and then go on:

Lady: Why are you looking at me like this, it’s not like I have to keep the door open for you
Other Person: Well, you could be nice and make sure no one’s running for it
Lady: I don’t have to be nice to anyone
Other Person: Ok… well… I don’t have to be either. How about you shut your fucking mouth and drink your coffee then.
Me: My sentiments exactly
Lady: (dead silence)

Ah… I love rainy and cold Thursday mornings. Don’t you?

Paranormal Activity

Last night, at 3:25 AM, both DR and I woke up with the sound of dead leaves being rumpled outside our bedroom window, which is still open as we prefer a cool night with thick blankets. I bolted in a sitting position and looked in the direction of the noise. Of course, it was the middle of the night, it was pitch-black and I didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t see fuck all. I stood there and listened… nothing.

As I started lying down again, the noise happened again… I thought I was going crazy, but if felt like it was coming from inside the wall, right next to the window…

DR got up and walked to the bathroom window to have a better view of what was going on. We do have lots of raccoons and squirrels around, maybe one of them was just foraging. He didn’t seen anything.

A few minutes later, the noise again… Fuck! That’s it.. I turned on the night table lamp. If anything, the light might scare the animal. Nothing happened, no scampering away of any kind. I turned the light off. There was a bit of a chill in the air, I could feel the breeze coming in through the window opening. I lied down again and pulled the coverts to my neck and tried to go back to sleep.

That noise again!!!

DR got up and turned on the ceiling lights, we needed to get to the bottom of this. I told him that it really felt like the noise was coming from inside the wall by the window… Could it be a rat was inside the wall???? DR walked closer to the window with the lights still on, we both heard the noise again. Chills. DR noticed this piece of paper I keep in a small bowl on my night table. I have measurements for that window on it as I plan to make curtains one of these days… That paper was the culprit. Every time the breeze blew in, it scrapped the side of the wall with enough friction to create the horrible noise which was totally intensified by the middle of the night’s darkness…

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr.

So my advice to you is if you decide to make curtains for your bedroom window and you’ve written the dimensions on a piece of paper, keep that paper in a safer place than your keys/change bowl on the night table… or just close the window at night.

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