Showing posts with label Husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Husband. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - 262 - 13 Things I Discovered While Cleaning My Apartment



1 – My bedroom floor.

2 – A toony with dog hair clinging to it. Keep in mind that our dog passed away last January. 

3 – A red blouse with the tags still on it. Yay, me! I need a red blouse for work. I guess that's why I bought it.  


4 – A bag with eight envelopes filled with photos of my Toronto visits and my writing retreats. *happy sigh*


5 – A stuffed Soft Kitty Warm Kitty that I got at Fan Expo last August.

6 – My Rockettes Christmas Spectacular mug that I got last November at Radio City Music Hall. Woo hoo!

7 – My Hal-Con program.

8 – A chair.  

9 – My late dad's navy-blue-and-tan puffer vest.

10 -  Six blue stack-able bins to hold various and sundry items. Will come in handy right about...now.

11 – Vintage (probably 70's) Batman drinking glass we picked up from a second hand store somewhere. It's a beauty.

12 – Brad's magic wish-granting wand which was a birthday present two celebrations ago at my mom's. Other people may have bought it as a dollar store knock-off lightsabre, but Brad's is definitely a magic wish-granting wand.


13  The hanging stemware rack which will come in handy when I get kitchen shelving going on.

Have you reacquainted yourself with long-lost things when you did a major clean-up? Or are you a purge-and-toss kind of person?

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Wordless Wednesday - 190

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Through the Opera Glasses - 72 - Share Your Love Story Linky Party











Karen at My Desert Cottage is hosting a romantic Valentine's Day event over at her blog today.












If you'd like to take part, just post the story of how you and your sweetie came to be, and link it to her blog. Then dive into the sea of romantic tales.

Here's mine:

Once upon a time, I grew up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, a small eastern Canadian city perched on the Atlantic coast.

When I reached my early 20's, I headed for The Big City. I settled in Toronto, Ontario, where I worked as a live-in nanny for an incredibly cool family.

I also took an evening-and-weekends job as a way of meeting people and indulging in one of my great passions - film. In fact, on the day I was filling out applications at a few cinemas in the west end of the city, where I lived, I decided to take a short break and went to a psychic whose sign was on the sidewalk as I was passing by.

She told me: "your soul mate is very near. He's wearing a uniform."

As I was still very, very new to the city, I couldn't imagine anyone in my life that fit that description, especially as I was not seeing anyone at that time. However, the rest of her reading was very accurate, so I simply stored it away in the old noggin.

I kept walking along Bloor Street until I reached a cinema I hadn't come across before - the Runnymede Theatre, run by Famous Players.

I went in, filled out the application, got a call a few days later and started working there at the candy counter and in the box office.











One of the ushers was really cute. He was a student at The New School of Drama, and we hit it off immediately. We became very close friends for several years.












At the time, I wasn't looking to be involved with anyone, and neither was he. I had a history of having male friends, and he had a history of having female friends, so we just assumed we were going down that road and left it at that.

We spent most of our time together, and I often stayed over at his parents' place in the guest room on the weekends, as we would watch crazy cult films on TV till the wee hours of the morning.

Then one night, as I turned to head up the stairs, he stepped in front of me and kissed me.

Strangely enough, when I started telling my family and friends, "You'll never guess who I'm going out with!" everyone said, "Brad?" without hesitation.

Apparently the entire world knew we were in love with one another before we did.
















Fast forward a few years, and this next shot was taken in our bridal suite at the hotel.












By that time, I was already working towards my Bachelor of Applied Arts degree in Film Studies at Ryerson.

Brad's acting chops came in handy throughout those four years, especially during my fourth year final project.

That's him in the doorway, and me operating the camera. It's also my dad at left operating the sound boom, and my main actor at right acting as sound recording technician (a job he had at Citytv.)











It doesn't matter that Brad and I have been a couple since 1989. Every time I see him, I get the same thrill, and the same smile lights up my face. The smile that is only for him.














Because my husband has bipolar disorder - and in particular experiences rapid cycling - we can never count on what he'll be going through on any given day. We have a sit-tight-and-hold-on-for-the-ride attitude when it comes to his condition. No elephants in the room for us - we feed ours peanuts.

What Brad's chronic illness has given us is the live-every-day-as-if-it's-your-last immediacy. When you never know if your husband is about to go on a months-long downward spiral, or when you hug your husband and feel him shaking like a leaf because he's got agoraphobia and has to go to work, you cherish each moment as if a bomb is about to take you and everything else with it.

It's impossible to take anything for granted, which for us has meant a marriage filled with "I love you"s.















Brad and I moved back to my hometown of Halifax in order to help out with my gram. We all lived together with my mom until Gram passed away in December, 2007.

Now it's Brad, myself, my mom and our dog Xena. The wild bunch!
















On this Valentine's Day, I'd like to wish all of you the same joy I have found with my soul mate, the one who was truly very near that day when the psychic told me so. Even if the uniform in question was a blue polyester Famous Players usher's uniform.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Thursday Thirteen - 138 - 13 Things We'll Be Doing This Christmas Eve

For all of you celebrating Christmas, my deepest wishes for a wonder-filled holiday.

This is what I'll be up to this Christmas Eve, my favorite day of the whole year.














1 - Hugs - loads of them. This one features my mom and Auntie Noel.














2 - Silliness - in abundance. Partaking here are my cousin Charlie, my husband Brad and me.














3 - Eating the meal I anticipate for the other 364 days of the year - my auntie's lobster bisque...mmm...














4 - More silliness - from my cousin Julianne and her husband Stephen, demonstrating romance novel clinch cover style.














5 - Laughing - demonstrating proper laugh technique is my mom, sitting with my cousin's wife Heather.


















6 - Shooting lots of video footage, usually done by Stephen.














7 - Combine hosting and musical director duties, always done by Uncle Charlie.














8 - Play music - performed here by my cousin Julianne's daughter, Laura, with wee dancer Sarah, my cousin Charlie's daughter.














9 - Clap! Shown here are clappers Mom and Julianne.


















10 - Play percussion, shown by enthusiastic drummer, Charlie's daughter Emily.














11 - Sing! Shown here are my sister Michelle and Mom.














12 - More silliness - it's important to keep the vibe flowing regularly throughout the evening, as demonstrated here by top silly pros Charlie, Heather, Sarah and Emily.














13 - Chill - remember to weave liberal amounts of chillin' throughout the silliness, fun and frivolity. Expert chill technique demonstrated here by Julianne's and Stephen's dog, Molly, cuddling with Stephen's aunt.

Michelle Johnson says Hope you have more silliness than you can stand.

Susan Helene Gottfried says Wow. Talk about tidings of joy, Julia.

Akelamalu says Have a wonderful Christmas Julia.

Friday, September 19, 2008

The Hubby Meme

Akelamalu opened this meme up for all takers awhile ago, so here's my version.

How long did you date? Well, this is a two-part question for us. We met when we both worked at a movie theatre in Toronto. We became very close friends, but both of us had a history of having strong friendships with the opposite gender. Neither of us had the idea of going out with one another. All of a sudden that changed about two years after we met.


Once we realized we were actually - could it be possible? - in love with each other, we got engaged a year later, and were married almost two years later. It was five years between our first meeting and our wedding day.

This picture was taken in our first apartment together, where Brad moved in with myself and my roommate Dave. I used to be the nanny for Dave's niece. This was Christmas 1990.


This is Dave. This was taken on Christmas Eve 1995 over at his sister's house - the house where I was the live-in nanny. We were over there for a Christmas Eve visit - Brad and I, my sister, my mom who was staying at my sister's on a visit from the east coast, and of course Dave, and the hosts Donna (my former employer and good friend) and her husband Rob.

How old is he? Brad is 44 and I'm 43.

Who eats more? We both have a great appreciation for the culinary arts.

Who said “I love you” first? I did.


Who is taller? I'm 5'1" and Brad is 6'2".

This was taken at my 25th high school reunion last summer.


Who sings better? Although my family is very musical and we have many singers among us, when I attended the first Smith birthday and they started singing Happy Birthday to you I was bowled over by what great voices they have.

This is from Christmas Day 1992 at Brad's parents' place, where Brad's brother Jeff set up his karaoke equipment and we had a ball taking turns singing. Here Brad belts out a tune.


This is Jeff singing at his karaoke show at The Old Sod Pub in Etobicoke, west Toronto last October. Jeff has an incredible voice with a huge range. If there's a gap between patrons, he'll sing until the next one is ready for their spotlight.


Here's me singing Frank Sinatra's Witchcraft at Jeff's show. Swing, baby.








If you want to drop in on one of his shows, check out The Old Sod's schedule and say hi for me!

Who is smarter? Well Brad says, "You are." And I say to Brad, "You are." We'll have to arm wrestle for it.

Whose temper is worse? Both of us are pretty easy going. If we are stirred to anger, both of us can give the death ray stare. We're Scorpios. Luckily, we seem to recognize that we're equal adversaries and leave it at that. The Scorpio thing gives us an ability to sense when the other is troubled, so we never seem to get worked up enough to get mad in the first place.

Who does the laundry? We share that out. He'll wash the clothes in the machine and I'll hang them to dry, either on the drying racks inside or out on the clothesline.

Who does the dishes? We both try to avoid - um - doing the dishes. So we both end up doing them.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Brad does.

Who pays the bills? We share that, both financially and practically.

Who cooks dinner? We basically fend for ourselves. We have different schedules, so he eats when he needs to and so do I. If I feel really horrible, he fixes me dinner, and I do the same for him.


Who drives when you are together? Brad doesn't have a driver's license - never has. So I'm the driver. We're mostly public transit riders.

Here's Brad in the passenger's seat of his brother's car.


This is Brad and me on the Queen streetcar heading into downtown Toronto last fall.

Love the streetcar. Love heading downtown.

Who is more stubborn? I am. I'm Acadian, remember? I'm positive there is no other cultural group more stubborn than Acadians.

And you'll never convince me otherwise.

Who asked who out first? Brad did. Basically, he's the one who turned our friendship on its ear and set us on our new path.

Who kissed who first? Brad got in my way as I was heading upstairs at his parents' place, where I was going to the guest room for the night. As Brad's closest friend, I often stayed overnight on the weekend in the guest room after we'd stayed up nearly all night watching movies on TV.

But one night he just stepped in front of me and kissed me. And the rest is history.

Who proposed? Brad proposed as we ate the Thanksgiving dinner I'd prepared for just the two of us in our first apartment.

Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? We're both very diplomatic and don't hold onto the anger when it flares up.

Whose parents do you see the most? Well, we live with my mom, so I'd say mine. When we lived in Ontario, it was Brad's parents. Geography plays the big role in that.

Who is more sensitive? Brad is more sensitive, due to his bipolar disorder. Other than his mood swings, Brad's actual character is quite solid and not overly sensitive. And I am very grounded. I don't worry about too many things.






Who has more friends? I have a lot more friends, again because of Brad's bipolar disorder and his tendency towards agoraphobia. But considering that, he has a wide network of true and long-lasting friendships that is really rare for a bipolar person.

This is Brad with his friend Andrea that he went to The New School of Drama with. She was his attendent of honor at our wedding (the 'best man', if you will.)


This is Andrea giving her 'best man' speech at our reception, which was actually a reading of Oh, The Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss.

So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)


- Dr. Seuss

Photo, L to R: Our niece Christi who got married this summer on our wedding anniversary, Brad's brother Ken, Andrea, Brad, me, my best friend Connie, Brad's sister Karen and our niece Emily

Who has more siblings? Brad has more siblings. He's the youngest of four, and I'm the oldest of two. However, my sister and I grew up so closely with my two cousins, that we all feel as if we are more like siblings than cousins.


These are Brad's brothers, Jeff and Ken with their mom, Joan at her 50th anniversary celebration last October.














This is Brad's sister Karen with a very full house following their dad's funeral this past January. We really enjoyed this time together - she still had a crowd five hours after we gathered in her home.



This was taken on Christmas Eve 2002. I'm here at left sitting at my aunt's house with my cousin Julianne, my sister Michelle and my cousin Charlie's wife Heather.


This was taken on Christmas Eve 2007 - Brad, me and my cousin Charlie.












Who wears the pants in the family? I don't wear skirts very often - does that answer the question?

And now, a-tagging I will go, a-tagging I will go...

Heather
Jennifer
Miss Sniz
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Thomma Lyn
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