The State of the State: Spring 2009

I've been having a hard time blogging lately because, you know, dating a lot. And it's sometimes hard to write about people when you're still figuring out what space they're going to occupy - or not occupy - in your life. So many of the stories that would be the best stories are going on outside of this blog space. But probably what will happen is that in six or eight months or so they'll all make their way here when whatever damage is going to get inflicted is already done and over.

I will say that one very sweet boy bought me these this week, and my little heart melted. And then I came home and stamped all over my home with them. Butterflies! Hearts! Smiles~

Anyway, a general state of the state, since we haven't had one of those for a while. Montreal is growing on me, but we all figured it would once the snow melted. I've been here long enough to have a social life now, which is both good and bad because there were not one but two work days this week where I showed up in the morning feeling as though I'd been hit by a truck from too much "fun time" the night before. At the end of the week this week though, I realized that I was finally genuinely happy here. So that's good.

I don't think that Adam will win American Idol. I think it will be a shocking elimination and Gokey will take the crown. And also quickly have an endorsement deal with an eyeglass retailer.

I am cheering for the Penguins every day with all my heart. But I may or may not have bought some Habs gear for wearing during game watching with friends here. However, if it came down to a Habs/Pens series, I would be firmly in my Pens sweater. Which, by the way, I wore to the Pens/Habs game at the end of the regular season here...and THREE PEOPLE threw beer at me. I like to think I had the last laugh because those were $14 beers AND my team won, but nonetheless. On the other hand, neither team may make it out of this round, so that clothing may just get nicely packed up soon. And I almost refuse to get excited about the Sharks. They're playoff chokers and we all know it. And also, I have to watch about 75% of all my NHL playoff coverage in French. I know.

I'm headed to Bloomington & Kentucky this week for Rox's wedding, and also to spend time with Catwoman, and while I'm at it to see a few IU friends, and also to buy IU gear, and also to hit up Duty Free on the way back into Canada because getting a bottle of Patron here is like trying to find the holy grail. These people confuse me. Embarrassingly enough, my request of Catwoman was that we go to Applebees or "something equally bad and American where the portions are designed for keeping us fat and the booze is served out of plastic glasses the size of a milk jug." I miss the gluttony of the States some days.

Work is awesomeness. I would like it if it were just slightly less busy in its awesomeness, but I'll take it. I don't have *real* vacation planned until the fall, so it's pretty much a long haul with some breaks for some shorter trips. I come home tired many nights. Some people claim this is because I also go out many nights after work. Draw your own conclusions.

Rooney is good. I still think that I need to get him a little friend, but we just went through the big "spring shed", so I'm not that inspired about increased cat clean up right now. He says "hi." More specifically, he says "bonjour" since cats, I'm told, are partial to French.

Yeah, so, that's about it, I think. You know, generally if you look back at this blog, story telling really starts in the spring anyway. Which is good. Because the truth be told I'm feeling itchy. A little like busting out. A little like it's time to start the party for the year.