I'm not sure what's going on with me lately. I am all over the map. I scatterbrained, unsettled and anxious. I have written next to nothing in the last 6 weeks, and honestly I'm not sure why. It's not that I'm uninspired to do so, I just...haven't.
I just turned 42 ten days ago, and I had a nice quiet birthday. Which was nice. We didn't do much, it was just us...and we had a good time. We decided at the last minute to go out for sushi for dinner (which - I LOVE probably more than I should), which was fantastic.
I went to see New Kids on the Block with 98 Degrees and Boys II Men with my youngest sister in law, and of course we had a great time doing that. It's the third time I've seen them (New Kids) and they put on a very high energy, fantastic show. But, I think this may have been the best show yet and yet, I can't put my finger on as to why. The first time was here at home in London. Mary and I went we went with my other sister in law Megan - which was a good time. We went to dinner before, and enjoyed ourselves for the most part. The second time was in Toronto, but this time it was 3 of my sisters in law and I (Mary, Megan and Maureen) and it was New Kids with Backstreet Boys. Our seats sucked...but the show was good. But this time it was just Mary and I - our seats were good, and the show was awesome.
I can't sleep tonight. Something I'm relatively used to - I tend to go through about a week of this in the summer. I'm not sure why. It's annoying, but it is what it is and I'm used to it...sort of. Unfortunately it's not happening on days when I'm off. But, it's okay - I'm sure I'll survive.
I'm hoping next week we can look at houses. I'm actually dying to get out of where we're living now. I'm due for a change of scenery. It's not that this place is horrible or anything, but I can't put "my mark" on where we are now. We're renting and we would only have to repaint or have it repainted when we moved out, and I don't want to have to do that. We're in a position that we can finally start looking (I hope!) and I've seen a few online that I quite like. So...we'll see. I'll keep you posted.
Promise!!
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
I don't do horror flicks
A friend of mine this evening mentioned that the movie "The Exorcist" is going to be at the movie theater near where she lives. I don't do scary movies. I'm not the kind of person you want to take to a scary movie. I'm the kind of person who sits there with her fingers in her ears, and my eyes closed. If I don't I jump at every little thing and will open up my mouth and scream like a little girl. No joke. Seriously.
The first time (and ONLY time) I ever saw "The Exorcist" was a rainy Sunday afternoon with my friend Nat. She was DYING to see it, her parents had gone out for the afternoon and we had the big screen TV ALL to ourselves. We walked over to the local variety store, rented the movie and got our snacks and strolled back to her place to settle in.
I can remember my Mom telling me two things about two specific scary movies when they were released. The movie "Psycho" and "The Exorcist" had both made people literally run screaming from the movie theater when they were released. Fan.Tastic. But I was about 15 or so, and it was daylight after all, so being the cocky teen that I was - I could handle it. Right? WRONG.
I spent the next 2 hours curling my hair in my friend Nat's bathroom with my friend Nat yelling "KEN! COME SEE!!!" And me saying "Nope! I'm good!" from the bathroom. I was working on some KICK ASS 80's big ass rocker hair. For two hours.
At the time, Nat was dating this guy who had been raised Catholic. Fairly devout if memory serves. JUST as Linda Blair having "THE" scene with the crucifix... in comes the boyfriend. And there's Linda Blair screaming "Fuck me...". I answer the door, Linda Blair is screaming and masturbating and the boyfriend says to me "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING???!" Technically I wasn't watching anything, I was seeing how big I could get my hair (and likely singing Duran Duran, Triumph, Kiss, Poison or Motley Crue into the mirror), but you get the idea.
I don't remember the end of The Exorcist, and I guess technically I've only ever seen bits and pieces of it, but what I saw was plenty for me.
So, I don't do the big scary movies. I don't mind a good mind fuck movie (in fact I LOVE those! The Ring -- I LOVED....except for the end), but I can't do horror flicks. I'm just too big of a wimp.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
The first time (and ONLY time) I ever saw "The Exorcist" was a rainy Sunday afternoon with my friend Nat. She was DYING to see it, her parents had gone out for the afternoon and we had the big screen TV ALL to ourselves. We walked over to the local variety store, rented the movie and got our snacks and strolled back to her place to settle in.
I can remember my Mom telling me two things about two specific scary movies when they were released. The movie "Psycho" and "The Exorcist" had both made people literally run screaming from the movie theater when they were released. Fan.Tastic. But I was about 15 or so, and it was daylight after all, so being the cocky teen that I was - I could handle it. Right? WRONG.
I spent the next 2 hours curling my hair in my friend Nat's bathroom with my friend Nat yelling "KEN! COME SEE!!!" And me saying "Nope! I'm good!" from the bathroom. I was working on some KICK ASS 80's big ass rocker hair. For two hours.
At the time, Nat was dating this guy who had been raised Catholic. Fairly devout if memory serves. JUST as Linda Blair having "THE" scene with the crucifix... in comes the boyfriend. And there's Linda Blair screaming "Fuck me...". I answer the door, Linda Blair is screaming and masturbating and the boyfriend says to me "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING???!" Technically I wasn't watching anything, I was seeing how big I could get my hair (and likely singing Duran Duran, Triumph, Kiss, Poison or Motley Crue into the mirror), but you get the idea.
I don't remember the end of The Exorcist, and I guess technically I've only ever seen bits and pieces of it, but what I saw was plenty for me.
So, I don't do the big scary movies. I don't mind a good mind fuck movie (in fact I LOVE those! The Ring -- I LOVED....except for the end), but I can't do horror flicks. I'm just too big of a wimp.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
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