B and his 17 tattoos got married today. I wasn't in attendance, even though I dutifully filled out my RSVP card.

Instead, I spent a leisurely day with the boyfriend at the Dieppe Farmer's Market, eating dry rubbed ribs for breakfast (I kept licking my lips for 20 minutes afterward), drinking coffee and yard saling. I found most of the furniture I'll be needing now that Rach is gone and Jules is soon to follow.

After spending many hours at the library, we settled in with a pint of Reese's peanut butter ice cream and Half Nelson, which was much better than I thought it would be. It was one of those wonderfully unplanned mornings/afternoons that make you realize how comfortable you really are with someone.

Funny... I still remember hanging out at Passage with B one day.  He was fixated on this gorgeous fountain. His eyes full of awe, he said, "Sandra, let's get married and decorate our house with all kinds of stuff like this." No regrets or anything; I'm older, wiser and know now that B and I would have ended up HATING each other.  But it's funny how much time, energy and feeling you find yourself investing in emotional entanglements that just kind of melt away like Krazy glue on construction paper (don't believe me? Try it). 

For the longest time (probably up until my second stint in the Land of the Morning Calm) I was convinced that someday I would trade up and become Mrs. B. And then it was just done. It frustrates me sometimes to think of all the productive things I could have been doing during that time.  I could have been learning more languages. I could have been perfecting my molasses cookie recipe. I could have been building Canada's answer to the Sistine Chapel.

Or something fairly similar.

Why is it that I'm more inclined to blog when there's nothing going on in my life than when there are many things going on in my life that I can actually write about?

Latest news:

Still working for "the man", writing obituaries and classified ads for the city newspaper, but in a nice lil' change, I've been put in charge of the Grads of 2008 project.  Kind of exciting;  I opened up the newspaper the other day to find my second-ever printed promotion, very quickly clipped and added to SANDRA'S NEW PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO! (That sounds so very grown-up, n'est pas?)

Just finished #3 out of 4 weddings going on this year. That's another best friend married off. She was lovely, and we, the attendants, were not-too-shabbily attired in a lil' red dress, half a can of hairspray and 26 bobby pins.

Jimmy's here!  He's been living in Moncton for a week now. He really seems to like his new digs, new roommates, also started a new job.  It's been a different dynamic, actually having an in-person relationship.  The sense of urgency (must-spend-every-waking-minute-together) is starting to wear off. 

Next month, following the fourth of the four weddings, I'll be trading in two roommates for one and keeping the same place.  Jennifer and I have plans to turn the fourth room into a library/study-sitting-room type of thing.

Good times, good times, small plastic sleds, small plastic sleds...

And how are YOU doing?

DEAN: Their eating habits are just the start of what you're gonna have to get used to. There's tons of stuff you should be aware of.

MAX: Really?

DEAN: Oh yeah. Like, don't ever use the last of the parmesan cheese. And never get into a heavy discussion late at night 'cause that's when they're at their crankiest. Oh, and uh, go with their bits.

MAX: Their bits?

DEAN: Yeah, like, if you're eating pizza with them and Lorelai decides that the pepperoni is angry at the mushrooms because the mushrooms have an attitude and then she holds up a pepperoni and the pepperoni asks for your opinion...don't just laugh. Answer the pepperoni.

MAX: Answer the pepperoni.

Yes, there is a reason why I'm posting the above quote  I love Sunday mornings with my roommate Julie.  Especially sugared-up hyper mornings after coffee and chocolate banana pancakes.  We tend to come up with our own bits out of the blue. This morning's bits included the Delissio Funky Box Ditty and the Candy Cam.

Julie (after I had suggested picking up a pepperoni pizza at Sobey's):  I'm not crazy about frozen pizza.  It just doesn't taste the same. Something to do with the crust. And they're too stingy with the toppings.

Sandra: I tried this really great pizza, it was loaded wth pepperoni, and the crust was all thick and yummy with stuff sprinkled on it.

Julie (ears pricked up): Oooh!  And what pizza is this?

Sandra (scratching head): Delissio-something in a funky box.

Julie: Delissio funky box! (Commences snap-dance)

Sandra: I got to get me some! (joins in snap dance, arms circling overhead)

etc etc etc..

Five minutes later, having exhausted all lyric possibilities

Julie: I love that you go along with my crazy ideas!

Sandra (solemnly nods head): Answer the pepperoni.

Julie: ???

I take part in a monthly book club with a few really cool girls that I know.  Every month we alternate between a book and a "lazy girl's selection", usually a magazine article, short story, etc. Mandi's "lazy girl" choice was a website entitled PostSecret.com. It's quickly become one of my guilty pleasures.  That along with:

Hello Kitty (duh)

Depeche Mode 1990's Electronica

and Self Magazine.

PostSecret.com gets people to send in a personalized, decorated postcard with something personal written on it that they've never before shared with anyone.

Some of them are amusing, some of them are sad

Some are just cute.

So what are some of your guilty pleasures?  I won't tell