The giving tree

We’re finally getting scholastic at work thanks to some of my very ambitious and hard working colleagues!  When I was a child I LOVED scholastic!  I would bring home the two page selections of the month clutched in my chubby fist in the eager anticipation that my parents would let me buy a book.  Mercer Mayor books (the little critter series) and Robert Munsch being two of my favorite authors when I was a child.  I loved when the box would arrive and would dash home to get my poppa to read me a story.

I loved to read when I was a child and as an adult that’s a love that has carried with me through the years.  So you can imagine my nostalgia excitement when the opportunity was presented to order it through work.  It was surreal, instead of sitting in the staff room it was almost as if I was transformed back 25 years sitting in class ogling over the paper dreaming about what book I wanted.  Except this time I didn’t have to ask mom & dad for a cheque, I could write my own!  There were squeals of delight from all of us as we all seemed to be thrown back in time with the teachers picks selection which included some classic literature that we all had enjoyed as children.

So I ordered the giving tree by Shel Silverstein

the giving tree

Well it came in on Friday (hooray!) and I took it home and was looking forward to having dinner with Pete and showing him my book!  So there we were sitting on my couch and we were talking and I asked him to pass me the book that was beside him.  He says:
“looks like a children’s book”
“It is, but it’s classic literature and I love it! Have you ever read it?”
“OMFG Really? I LOVE this book! I did a video based on this in grade 9!”

So I gave him the gist of the story and opened it up so he could see and much to my surprise and delight we sat on my couch side by side and he read it to me.

Yeah I know, makes your heart melt doesn’t it?

Halfway through he said this is going to be sad isn’t it?  I know it’s going to be sad.  I assured him that it was nothing of the sort and to just keep going, somehow I knew that he would love this book as much as I did.

I was right.

After the last page was read, he buried his head in my shoulder and all was quiet for a while.  The meaning of the story is profound to some and I knew that it was as profound to him as it is to me.

Could I adore this guy any more then I do now?

I also ordered where the wild things are and he was very cute with his exclamation of:  I LOVE THIS BOOK!

Me too babe, me too.

Then we got to talking about Robert Munsch and I ordered the mini collection from Scholastic and I also ordered love you forever from Amazon and neither one of us can’t wait to have story time again.


Canada post is Le Suck!

Dear Canada Post,

You are a huge ass, fucking douchebaggery filled, ball sucking, ass monkey.

I bought a new Camera, it’s pretty fucking sweet as a matter of fact.  So I being the good awesome, fucking exceptional friend that I am…  I told my buddy fucker that I would send him my old one.  As is, free of charge.  It’s kind of crappy from being dropped too many times and the automatic flash don’t work for shit but it still takes awesome pictures when it it’s not being douchy decides to co-operate.  I even included my grossly over-priced XD memory card (cost me $40.00 for 1GB bah!) because my shiny new camera actually takes regular memory cards (it’s about damn time Olympus!) and a mini tripod in case he wants to make some home porn be in the picture properly using the self timer function.  You know instead of standing in a mirror like a fucking douche.

So on Saturday (the 16th of October) I dutifully and lovingly packed up my camera, using fragile tape and everything and headed off to the post office.

Package for Fucker

Yeah you see what I did there?  His real name is Adam, I call him Fucker.  It’s a term of endearment.  Really.  I love the guy~  See look:

Adam & I, Old Port Montreal Sept 2010

I even sent it EXPRESS because I’m awesome like that.  So I texted Fucker to tell him that I mailed out his package and said goodies and it should be there by Tuesday/Wed latest.  Well you can imagine my surprise when I got home from work this afternoon and I get a notification slip from you douche-bags saying I have a parcel and could I please hand over $9.41 (cash only of course) to pick this up.  Seeing as I have NO ID at the moment and have ALL my packages sent to work because I live there, happen to be around when delivery men show up therefore ensuring that I get my package.

So I hop onto Canada douchebaggery with the tracking number to have some sort of a clue whom this might be from.  Well Lo and fucking behold it’s a package from Fucker!  Who lives in Kitchener, that’s how I knew.  Except according to this which transcribes to: YOUR PACKAGE WAS SENT BITCH and the tracking I so dutifully took a screen shot of:

Douchy confirmation BS!

According to that, it was successfully delivered!  Except that’s NOT. TRUE. FUCKERS.

So essentially let me break this down:  Apparently one of your tight ass postal workers doesn’t appreciate my calling MY friend Fucker and thought it was a personal affront to you?  No you see if that was a random attack on one of you postal workers I would have done something like this instead:

This would have been grounds for a complaint, but I DIDN'T do that...

But you see, I didn’t.  Basically your just trying to ass rape me for money.  Do I look like a fucking ATM to you?

apparently i'm a bank machine

I don’t fucking think SO!  You know what really kills me though you douchebag ass monkeys?  It cost me $8.54 to mail it.  Yet to have it sent back to me it’s $9.41?  Please tell me how THAT works out?  So I had to shell out money to send it there, and because your carrier/delivery person has some deep seated fucking issues and needs therapy, I have to pay $9.41 to have it sent back to me and then pay you AGAIN (yes that would be three fucking times!) so that my poor friend fucker can have a digital camera to capture precious memories such as him dancing around in his underwear his adorable children?

I sent you a really snarky e-mail.  I anticipate your reply, and possibly someone pissing in my mail box.  Which would be quite the feat.  I’m looking forward to calling up the Ombudsman and nailing your asses to the wall for your fucking douchbaggery.

Just thought I would let you know.  I’m good like that.



I have a lighter heart…

Mostly thanks to him.

Not just any him, but THE him.

Le sigh

He gives me the most amazing ideas I have ever had.  He’s my muse, my inspiration and while he has moments of total douchbaggery (no one’s perfect right?) I think he’s pretty awesome and does some pretty awesome things as well!

I sent him a copy of this simply because I really liked it and I thought he would like it to:


He passed it onto a friend.  Which gave me the idea to create the hope project.

I want to pay it forward the same way he did, only in a slightly different manner.  So I posted about it on NAOYP facebook page which I in turn cross posted to my profile.  I had gotten a comment that it was a really powerful image and it is.  Later on that night, I got a message from someone dealing with depression (including a failed suicide attempt).  This simple image moved them to tears.  They also went on to say a few other things that I won’t/can’t share (without their permission) and also mentioned that they were thinking about copying it and hanging it around their home.

I hope they do.

I was floored and very, very touched. 

I miss Jason A lot.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and while I wish that I still had him, in loosing him I found a purpose in life.  Or perhaps it’s just a purpose in general.  My only goal for starting the foundation was to help even one person to not give up so that Jason’s death wouldn’t be in vain.

I’ve succeeded in doing this.  I won’t lie, it feels incredible!

I had some help along the way from Pete.  I gotta say Pete and I seem to work really well together and I’m really happy and extremely fortunate to know him.

Together we seem to accomplish great things and I love him for it.

The great wedding cake project, this was taken at 4am when we were finally done the most epic cake I have ever made!