The Beginning...

The Beginning...

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Gob- It's what I need

Today we had to record videos of ourselves for the Korean school we are going to teach at in October (fingers crossed.) They were brutal. I did not think it would be so hard but of course our technological disinclination made it so that the first day of shooting (yesterday) was for naught. ie we accidentally deleted everything. Then today our shooting took so long because the cat would not stop meowing, it didn't matter where we locked her- you could hear her on the video. GAAAAAAAHHH. But it is done and uploaded. (You can tell how un-tech savvy I am because I think 'uploaded' makes me sound so cool and smart)
This entire experience has made me so frustrated that I had to listen to Give up the Grudge by Gob several times.

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Grandfathers and the Crazies

I have one of those faces, those faces that every old man thinks looks just like his granddaughter. The insta-love-you face. This is great is some respects; old men reach into their pockets and give me a mint with a wink, they smile and leave me their change. They tend to hit on me a little too, I think I remind them a little of their young wives too. In other respects the crazies are drawn to me. Two recent-ish examples come to mind. And this happens to me all the time. All The Time.
Example One
At work an old man comes up to me and asks 'hey guess why I look so good for my age?' Well he does yoga and he has an amazing singing voice it turns out. And I like the idiot that I am tell him 'well you can't just brag about your voice and not give us a song, just a little taste' IDIOT if I were any other person he would have laughed and said no. But alas, he starts to sing. A love song, no less. And not just a line no no, the entire first verse, then the second followed by the last. And at the top of his lungs. He takes my hand, he looks at me romantically and people begin to gather. By the end he has a huge audience and they clap and I beg inwardly 'please no one yell encore'. Turns out he does have an amazing singing voice.
Example Two
My father-in-law was in the hospital after having had knee replacement surgery and upon walking out of the hospital a man literally runs up to me and says 'are you Irish? Because you have beautiful green eyes and red hair and you look Irish.'

(note; I do not have red hair). But this is not the first time I have been asked if I am Irish. I think the ones-of-those-faces face I have is indeed an Irish face. I do look Irish, probably because I am. My maiden name (long story short) was Ladbrook. I digress.

The encounter with hospital man was not over. He bends over and says 'get on my back, you will ride me around like a pony.' Now I am used to this (it happens a lot) so I laugh good naturedly and decline. He of course insists and when I laugh and decline again he has Mr. Sollywood bend over and gets me up onto his back where upon the hospital man hits Mr. Sollywood on the bottom and yells 'get up!' So we gallop away.

So I raise my glass; Cheers, to the Grandfathers and the Crazies out there. Thanks for making my life so interesting.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Fieldie, Fieldin, Abby... We don't even know the gender...

So Mrs. Sollywood and I go out for a walk today. We can't find the trail that we intended to go on so we pick a random location outside Welland. Sure enough, 30 seconds into that walk we spot treasure! Money, jewels, diamonds and ancient scrolls were scattered all over the field! Well no, not quite. There was this uhh, animal carrier thing-a-majig. A half full, open bag of cat food, a full water dish and the largest black cat ever inside. Odd circumstances indeed. Very hot day too. I could have cooked noodles in it's water bowl. But this was exciting. I can't help but wonder what kind of desperate straits would drive man to leave all this. We have named the cat Fieldin if its a boy (cause we found it in a field) and Abby if it's a girl (cause it was abandoned). We don't really know yet since it was covered in its own excriment and obviously hasn't left that carrier in a long time. I wasn't going to check. I did attempt to bath him/her in the back yard once we brought him/her home but its pretty caked in there. You know, chunky crap in the big bushy tail. Ever see those candy nerds ropes? kinda like that. They're pretty good. Although maybe not anymore... Anyway. The guy won't eat. Just sits there in its own waste and when I could get it to move its very lethargic. Right now it's out back in an old dresser on top of my old Kelseys shirt. (I always wanted to release my bowels on Kelseys but never got around to it) Is it appropriate to joke around when I just started writing about a very sick cat we found? Is there a line between serious blog and my inability to write serious? I feel like I'm cheating on an ethics test.

Well, we clearly have a very sick cat in our possession now. I had hoped that this behaviour was only due to trauma but it seems likely after doing some research it's illness. Fieldin won't live much longer. But at least if he dies tonight then it won't be alone in a field, abandoned and filthy. It's just too bad that the previous family wasn't able to put him to sleep instead of abandoning him out in a field in the middle of no where. Now he's got fresh water, food, cat treats, a Kelseys shirt blanket and has been cleaned up. Animals deserve dignity in death also. I just hope there is as little suffering as possible throughout the possibly sleepless night.

It is not cool to throw your sick pets into the wild. Even if you do leave them with a bag of food.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Did I mention last post that Mr. Sollywood and I have been married for over a year now? Time zips by at an amazing rate. Still no word on Korea but we don't expect any until early August.
So we have a cat. She is a calico and goes into heat... uniquely. Not every two weeks like clock work, not a consistant degree of heat/annoying. No no she goes into heat depending on who is around. The ranking goes like this (from least to greatest) Omar, Christian, Dad. Dad is pretty much his own category though.

This Blog has been hijacked!!! OH NO!! Mrs. Sollywood left the room and that can only mean one thing.... Do the words 'complete pandemonium' strike terror in your heart? I'm yet another resource-consuming kid in and overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you're old and weak! ...Though blogging!! AND NOW I HAVE CONTROL OF HER UNFINISHED BLOG!! MWAHAHAHA!!

I'm hungry. I'm gonna go see whats in the fridge...