I'm baaaaack, Part 8

It's been 9 months but I'm finally back ... I guess the whole pregnancy and childbirth thing really took up my spare time. Little Eli just came home on the weekend, and he really is the apple of my eye.

HA! Had you fooled there for a minute didn't I? I fucking hate kids ... well I don't mind working with them (some of them anyways) but I don't feel the need for any of my own. I blame the time lapse once again on Fuckbook, that evil evil social networking site that has taken over my life (or at the very least provided an outlet for all the fabulous pictures I take of myself), not my busy life, because you are never too busy to waste time on a blog, right?

That being said, my life has been rather busy the past 9 months. After deciding to stay (another way of saying I didn't get any of the jobs I applied for) in my mid sized Canadian shithole I made the active choice, to, gasp, take my job a little more seriously, and although there are still many things and people about it that piss me off, I am actually growing to love it more than I used to and feel like I have found a place in the organization. Since June I have planned and somewhat successfully carried out the summer reading program, fully erased the redhead from my life, went to my dear friend's wedding, had people there try to set me up with the only other single person there who was a nice guy, but let's face it, kind of a tool, went to some Fringe plays in a nearby city that is cooler than my own (although that isn't hard) and in doing so spent some quality time with an actor who at the time was in a relationship and I was just friends with, but I am now married to.

Had you fooled again didn't I?!

We aren't married but I really do love him and have been seeing him since September (or is it October? I have never been good with dates), and no I didn't break up his other relationship (I don't think I did anyways), and in recent months we have been through some things together that make me feel like, god forbid, I have an actual adult relationship with real intimacy. You should try it sometime. Now for those of you keeping score at home, this particular actor is different than pretentious guy at the library, who was sort of an actor (but not really) or other actor boy who was more of film guy that also kind of worked at the library. This one is all actor (and bits of leftover chef, which means that he cooks me wonderful meals) and has never worked at the library - although he did rehearse his fringe play there with the pretentious guy who he also used to live with. And I actually met this actor guy earlier last year when I was with film boy, at pretentious boy's (and at the time, also actor boy's) house party where I was drunk and quite possibly told all of them I wanted a foursome with them. Confused yet? Oh good - I knew you could keep up. But none of those other boys matter any more, because this one is a keeper, and also highlights the dumbassishness of the other two.

Also since last year, I was kicked out my old apartment (which was brimming with cryptococcus and about to slide down the hill so it was just as well), was adopted by a pretend family and spent a month living with a pretend auntie and her slightly crazy cat while I found a new apartment, took a month off to go on a cross Canada shopping spree in a number of real cities, discovered the brilliance of Betsey Johnson, was sick a lot, survived through some inhumanely cold temperatures, spent a lot of time with the actor, didn't watch as much tv as normal on account of the writer's strike (but did catch up on some dvds), got a cell phone (don't look so shocked, it was bound to happen sometime), learned how to cook and bake (which oddly enough I sort of enjoy doing), and here were are in March.

Any questions?

If I decide to stick with this blog thing, I will fill you on all the lovely stories you have missed in months to come - or just start fresh with the new exciting things that happen to me every day. Or tell you about the boring things that I delight in making sound interesting.

You are free to go.