Dear Readers! It's been an awfully, terribly, regrettably long time since I logged in and blogged. For that I apologize. Life in a new city was busy and between our regular trips back home to visit and the Lady's sister Stinky's wedding, I just found it difficult to get online.
The S.O.'s job came to end, as both he and the Lady expected, and we've all moved back to the big city. The Lady is back to work at the museum, where I understand she educates and entertains hoards of screaming children on a daily basis. This will be great practice for her adventure. Instead of being filled with the S.O.'s water bottle and smelly man sneakers, I am soon to be filled with diapers and pacifiers and something called a "wet wipe". The Lady and the S.O. will be bringing a baby into the world by the end of the year! As the Lady grows out of pants and is obliged to wear elastic-waisted jeans and ever-expanding tights, my fate as a would-be diaper bag becomes all the more apparent. I look forward to the challenge.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Big Move
Tomorrow, the Lady and I will make the Big Move to live with the S.O. in the booming metropolis of Brandon. A job offer and a longing to be with her love were enough to send the Lady packing. So, I've sat patiently on the floor of her current bedroom, watching as she folded her clothes, taped up bundles of white hangers and wrapped breakables for the two and a half hour trek west.
By and large, the Lady is excited to be domestic with the S.O.; prepare meals, mingle laundry and share household responsibilities. Apparently, she also looks forward to hanging out together, being quiet and reading or playing games in the evening. I'm excited for a change of scenary. I have no dout I will be the most beautiful purse in the vicinity and can't wait to strut myself around as the Lady starts her new job.
Up next: Chronicles of the City Mouse!
By and large, the Lady is excited to be domestic with the S.O.; prepare meals, mingle laundry and share household responsibilities. Apparently, she also looks forward to hanging out together, being quiet and reading or playing games in the evening. I'm excited for a change of scenary. I have no dout I will be the most beautiful purse in the vicinity and can't wait to strut myself around as the Lady starts her new job.
Up next: Chronicles of the City Mouse!
Friday, December 17, 2010
In this season: Hospital Gowns for Everyone!
Dear Reader, in the eight months I've been acquainted with the Lady and her S.O., I've known them to spend more time in hospitals than the average couple. Between clumsiness and illness, these two have shared more than a resounding 72 hours together in hospital emergency rooms and lounging on beds, waiting to be seen by doctors.
Most recently, the S.O. found himself in the hospital for a three-day stint, during which time the Lady filled me up with goodies -including a very olfactorily offensive pair of man sneakers- to lift his spirits. I was happy to visit the S.O., as his mere presence makes the Lady content, but what I love more than the happiness of those around me is being complimented. The Lady was getting ready to leave at the end of visiting hours when another patient tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I love your purse!" to which the Lady replied, "Well, thank you! I love her, too." But then the patient went on to say how beautiful I am and wanted to know from where the Lady acquired such a marvelous accessory. The S.O. was happy to weigh in on how I came to be in the Lady's possession and more niceties ensued. I must say, I left the hospital feeling fabulous!
Most recently, the S.O. found himself in the hospital for a three-day stint, during which time the Lady filled me up with goodies -including a very olfactorily offensive pair of man sneakers- to lift his spirits. I was happy to visit the S.O., as his mere presence makes the Lady content, but what I love more than the happiness of those around me is being complimented. The Lady was getting ready to leave at the end of visiting hours when another patient tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I love your purse!" to which the Lady replied, "Well, thank you! I love her, too." But then the patient went on to say how beautiful I am and wanted to know from where the Lady acquired such a marvelous accessory. The S.O. was happy to weigh in on how I came to be in the Lady's possession and more niceties ensued. I must say, I left the hospital feeling fabulous!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Bloody Bus
In an unexpected turn of events, the Lady actually had a good day riding the bus. No wafts of gasoline and bologna or human excrement. No parents feeding their toddler sugary colas and salt and vinegar chips. No passengers yelling at other riders. Phew. In fact, she was able to lend a helping hand to a young man, in no small part thanks to yours truly. Halfway through the ride downtown, the bus stopped and picked up several passengers, including a young man with a discreet, yet potential messy trail of blood from his nose. Another rider alerted him to the situation and alarmed, he began to use his toque to clean up his face. The Lady thought this silly, as the weather has been very chilly of late and a bloody toque would be no good to the young man. Thankfully, I have a store of tissue in my inner pocket, which the Lady promptly pulled out and offered to another passenger to pass to our bloody friend. A return of thanks was passed our way and soon enough the nosebleed cleared up. This purse feels like a regular -but oh so stylish- Florence Nightingale!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Movember Madness
Dear Reader, women of this nation have the opportunity to acknowledge, raise awareness of and generate funds for Breast Cancer each and every October through the sale of all things pink - which is, incidentally, the Lady's favourite colour. Store after store of pink frying pans, spatulas, staplers, pens and hats make us remember those who have survived and those who have succumbed to this terrible disease.
As of late, the following month has been dedicated to raising awareness of Prostate Cancer, affecting the lives of many Canadian men. Instead of selling colourful housewares and sporting ribbons, participants in this awareness campaign grow moustaches and refer to November as Movember. Interesting fact, en francais, les hommes are celebrating movembre.
This purse is used to moustaches, as the Lady's dad has a long, walrus-esque moustache that is famous for its robustness amongst all those who know him. Anytime we run into an old friend or acquaintance, the most commonly asked question is "Does your dad still have that awesome moustache?" However, I am shocked at the number of men who begin to look like criminals of the petty variety upon growing a wispy soup strainer. I pray the Lady will clutch me tighter when we pass sketchy looking fellows with fresh Movember 'staches. I support the cause, but according to many of the ladies in my life, December can't come soon enough.
As of late, the following month has been dedicated to raising awareness of Prostate Cancer, affecting the lives of many Canadian men. Instead of selling colourful housewares and sporting ribbons, participants in this awareness campaign grow moustaches and refer to November as Movember. Interesting fact, en francais, les hommes are celebrating movembre.
This purse is used to moustaches, as the Lady's dad has a long, walrus-esque moustache that is famous for its robustness amongst all those who know him. Anytime we run into an old friend or acquaintance, the most commonly asked question is "Does your dad still have that awesome moustache?" However, I am shocked at the number of men who begin to look like criminals of the petty variety upon growing a wispy soup strainer. I pray the Lady will clutch me tighter when we pass sketchy looking fellows with fresh Movember 'staches. I support the cause, but according to many of the ladies in my life, December can't come soon enough.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Nice to Meat You
After twelve years of vegetarianism, well, pescatarianism, the Lady has returned to the meat-eating ways of her youth. The decision, I'm told, is prompted largely by her sensitivity to soy and soy-related ingredients in loads of vegetarian protein options. The results of her consumption of her soy are akin to, and I quote, "having a knitting needle stabbed into my abdomen". Should she win an award for overdramatization? Perhaps. However, having witnessed a reaction or two since we've met, I understand her aversion. That said, for the past few months, she has reintroduced meat into her diet and things appear to be going smoothly.
She has reminisced about past meat-eating experiences, especially a few nibbles she snuck in during her decade of meat-celibacy, namely:
5. A bite of steak while on holiday in Victoria five years ago. The cheese plate that followed was better, though!
4. Chicken livers at Ichiban with her favourite New Yorkers, Hallie and Krista. The creamy texture of the livers exceeded her expectation.
3. A hotdog whilst on a date with the S.O. Specifically, she says, because the first bite with its yielding snap of the casing and the steamy centre is something she dreamt about for years.
2. Moose, Filipino-barbecue style at her friend's baby shower. Hunted by her friend, the Archaeologist, and cooked up by his now-wife, this meat was savoury and addictive.
1. A piece of Filet Mignon shared at a chain steakhouse over a year ago.
Those who have known the Lady for many years -and obsessed over or ridiculed her vegetarianism- have pondered why she returned to consuming meat. Was it outside influence or pressure? Weakness for the meat as it called to her tastily from the plate? Only she'll ever know, I suppose. What do I care? I'm a purse!
She has reminisced about past meat-eating experiences, especially a few nibbles she snuck in during her decade of meat-celibacy, namely:
5. A bite of steak while on holiday in Victoria five years ago. The cheese plate that followed was better, though!
4. Chicken livers at Ichiban with her favourite New Yorkers, Hallie and Krista. The creamy texture of the livers exceeded her expectation.
3. A hotdog whilst on a date with the S.O. Specifically, she says, because the first bite with its yielding snap of the casing and the steamy centre is something she dreamt about for years.
2. Moose, Filipino-barbecue style at her friend's baby shower. Hunted by her friend, the Archaeologist, and cooked up by his now-wife, this meat was savoury and addictive.
1. A piece of Filet Mignon shared at a chain steakhouse over a year ago.
Those who have known the Lady for many years -and obsessed over or ridiculed her vegetarianism- have pondered why she returned to consuming meat. Was it outside influence or pressure? Weakness for the meat as it called to her tastily from the plate? Only she'll ever know, I suppose. What do I care? I'm a purse!
Harry Potter and the Purple Purse
The Lady took me on a date tonight...with her sister and the soon-to-be brother-in-law -hereafter known as the STBBIL, which is fitting, given his penchant for sporting beards or beard-like facial hair.
The four of us went to see the latest installment of Harry Potter at the cinema. This date has been postponed due to various circumstances out of the control of several party members, which dwindled after the Lady's friend, Halfie, had an urgent matter to attend to and declined his invitation. However, our little group pressed on. STBBIL and the Lady left early for the theatre to ensure the procurement of tickets, while Stinky tutored a thirteen year old (OMG, like, Harry Potter is awesome. LOL. Ugh, give this purse a break!). On their way, they opted to stop for candy and some, ahem, personal items that may explain why the Lady cried four times during the film. For the first time in her twenty eight years, the Lady shopped at Giant Tiger -or Tay-ger, as some mothers are apt to say. She wanted desperately to stop and look at the Aqua Globes and peruse the housewares, yet the call of Ron Weasley pulled her forward.
Thankfully, the theatre wasn't too packed with dorky muggles and aspiring wizards. Except for the dorky muggle on whose shoulder I was perched. The Lady grabbed a straw from the concession stand and when her sister walked into the building, the Lady pointed it at her and yelled out a spell from the books. I almost died of embarrassment. I can't take her anywhere, Dear Reader.
The film itself was well done. It was moving, had all the touches necessary to capture the essence of the book and left me wanting more...countdown to the release of Part Two has begun! Oh dear...I seem to have caught dorkiness. I must get out more.
The four of us went to see the latest installment of Harry Potter at the cinema. This date has been postponed due to various circumstances out of the control of several party members, which dwindled after the Lady's friend, Halfie, had an urgent matter to attend to and declined his invitation. However, our little group pressed on. STBBIL and the Lady left early for the theatre to ensure the procurement of tickets, while Stinky tutored a thirteen year old (OMG, like, Harry Potter is awesome. LOL. Ugh, give this purse a break!). On their way, they opted to stop for candy and some, ahem, personal items that may explain why the Lady cried four times during the film. For the first time in her twenty eight years, the Lady shopped at Giant Tiger -or Tay-ger, as some mothers are apt to say. She wanted desperately to stop and look at the Aqua Globes and peruse the housewares, yet the call of Ron Weasley pulled her forward.
Thankfully, the theatre wasn't too packed with dorky muggles and aspiring wizards. Except for the dorky muggle on whose shoulder I was perched. The Lady grabbed a straw from the concession stand and when her sister walked into the building, the Lady pointed it at her and yelled out a spell from the books. I almost died of embarrassment. I can't take her anywhere, Dear Reader.
The film itself was well done. It was moving, had all the touches necessary to capture the essence of the book and left me wanting more...countdown to the release of Part Two has begun! Oh dear...I seem to have caught dorkiness. I must get out more.
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