Nothing is really new since the weekend. Just working and stuff, you know. But I was going through all the photos on my phone last night and I found a ton that I was planning to talk about at some point, and then never did. I figured I might as well put them all into one post and then I can move on with my life.
A few months ago while out at the bar for my friend Sherrie’s birthday, Dawn and I found a new friend who we called Jean Claude Van Damme.
Hey? Right? We kept calling him that and eventually said we needed a picture with him. He liked it. Also, I just want to mention we were originally going to our favourite country bar, so this is why I’m clad in plaid. Here’s another picture of all of us from that night:
My BFF Lisa sent me this picture the other day:
Because she said it reminded her of me. She is not wrong. I definitely sing the entire song, including any instrumental parts. I always have, and I can’t help myself! The guitar solo in Don’t Stop Believin’ is my very fave guitar part to sing of all time. Is that a crazy thing to do though? Why is the guy in the picture wearing a straight jacket? (Edit: this is why. Who knew that was Freddie Mercury? Did not make that connection.)
My Auntie Nancy was visiting my Nana last week and sent me this beautiful picture of the two of them:
Look at my Nana! She is so beautiful! They both are gorgeous, but my Nana is going to be 99 on July 10th. 99!!!! Look at her skin! LOOK AT IT! She is just a little ray of sunshine. Also, my aunt? 70. She still looks like she is 40 to me. God I hope I have their genes. Just ridiculous. (Edit again: my aunt read this and informed me that she just turned 69. Jumped the gun on that one. But still, my point remains!)
These pictures are going back about six months or so but they are from my second date with Evan. It was too new for me to talk about then, but I thought I might eventually so I kept the photos and they were still kicking around on my phone. On our second date he took me to Allan Gardens in Toronto.
On our first date we just quickly met for a drink because we were both extremely busy that week. And because we originally met online, it was basically to make sure we both existed, we were who we said we were, and no one was lying about their height or any other major details (I had a lot of weird online dates, as you know). All was good on date #1, so we proceeded to date #2.
Evan told me nothing about where we were going. He told me to just meet him downtown and he would take care of the rest. Upon meeting he brought me into Tim Hortons, bought us both coffees, and then we went outside and he spiked our coffees with a mini bottle of Baileys that he had brought with him (I was already sold after this). And then we walked with our coffees over to the beautiful Allan Gardens, which is a huge greenhouse downtown Toronto that I had never been to.
This was around Christmas, so hence the Christmas decorations. It was especially nice because it was absolutely freezing outside, but inside it was almost tropical. We shed our coats and walked around with our Baileys coffees and looked at all the beautiful flowers and plants and just talked. And then he took me out for dinner. Best, most original, date ever. That second date absolutely sold it for me. It was so thoughtful.
And his thoughtfulness continues. A couple weeks ago Evan made this amazing photo frame for me:
The photo is of us in Florida, and he added some sand and arranged all the shells that we found together on the beach in Florida on top of the clear frame. Then he poured this liquid plastic that he found at Michael’s on top of everything, and it dried clear and hard so all the shells would stick on there, but you can still feel them if you run your finger over the frame. It’s pretty amazing, and I was very touched at the thought and seriously impressed that he made this.
Before the plastic dried it leaked through the glass and created these drips on the opposite side of the frame. Some of the drips turned into large plastic strings, so at work the next day I decided I was just going to cut them off with scissors.
Welp, somehow the scissors slipped and I accidentally snipped off the tip of my finger…
It stopped bleeding after an hour or so, and all is good now and it’s healing nicely. But that is how Evan’s beautiful picture frame tried to kill me.
And of course I have photos of Winnie…
She’s the best.
And that is all.