July 2005


General24 Jul 2005 03:38 pm

It seems that in my lack of posting, I have “accidentally” overlooked introducing someone who has become an important part of my life, my boyfriend, Michael S McCall.

He’s a tall man, near over a foot taller than I. He doesn’t look like a normal ‘Kelly Boy’ but he still does the things that Kelly Boys do, like camp, rock climb and play poker. We met on the “internet” via a “message board”, mostly because I was jealous of the attention he was giving other girls on the board.



He likes to eat hot dogs and pyrogies, steak and asparagus, but not chicken. He is a Computer Engineering grad, but in the interim while he ‘job hunts’ he is playing poker as his source of income. That’s the main reason we went to Vegas, actually, since there was the potential for it to be a free trip. (It was for him, but not for me)

He’s fine young gentleman and he takes wonderful care of me, and I’m glad that after a year of him harassing me, I finally started dating him.



Some might even say that he’s a handsome young gentleman. Especially when caught in his finest eye rubbing moments.

General21 Jul 2005 11:15 pm

My boyfriend is a disgusting glutton who almost won a pyrogy eating contest.

More to follow.



General20 Jul 2005 11:38 am

My friend Rhea moved to London in a very brave, very ‘grown up’ moment about six months ago. We haven’t spoken as much as we had in the past, but she’s back in town for a wedding and we’ve spent our time catching up.

Last night we went for chonky food at OPM, an asian ‘fusion’ restaurant near our homes, and talked for a quite some time.



Rhea enjoying the Canadian delicacy known as a “Frosty”

I wanted to drive her down the new freeways and overpasses on the southside of Edmonton, but instead we went to visit my brother, his roommate Bruce, and an old friend, Janet and her fiance Elvis. They are renovating Janet’s new condo minutes away from where Rhea used to live.


Rhea and my brother Tory


Ruining a good picture


That’s more like it.

General04 Jul 2005 05:20 pm



I like sleeping in the basement. It’s cool in the summer, it’s quiet, it’s private… but not private enough for these crappy prehistoric monsters to stay out of my bed.

What do you think would happen if it crawled in my gaping mouth while I slept?