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Creampuff Spring Cleaning

WARNING: This post contains photos of a stuffed animal modelling my knitting. If you make it through to the end, you will be rewarded with a photo of a sweet little baby! Modelling my knitting! Jealous?

Jeba's Scarf

Last year, I knit Jeba a hat for her birthday. This year, she requested a matching scarf. Could she BE any more demanding? Like her hat, her scarf was finished at the tail end of "scarf weather". But this way, it will be fresh when winter comes 'round again. Score! I used the same black with flecks Silky Tweed and because the original pink cotton was back home in my stash, I bought some cerise Noro instead. Giraffe looks quite distinguished.

So boho. And nice 2x2 rib! Also, a nice crotch shot of Giraffe. Dirty Giraffe . . .

Deye's Hat

My brother Jaro gave me some beautiful alpaca silk for Solstice and I thought it would really suit my roommate Deye. Since I've been itching to try my hand at proper cables and am delighted by gathered-top hats, I knit her this for her birthday. Speaking of itching, it turns out I'm allergic to alpaca. Balls.

Giraffe says it's like wearing a cat. Oh, Giraffe - I feel you.

My Hat

When I came back to Toronto from Vancouver, it was cold. Cold like a penguin's ass. A lonely penguin. With low self-esteem. Living in a basement apartment with mice. So, with the leftovers from my Yarn Harlot scarf, I whipped myself up a little cashmerino lovin'. I look like a flower-headed dork in it, but it saved my delicate ears from being torn off by the rough winter winds.

Giraffe says "Kicky!"

My First Sock!!

I finished one! And I'm close to finishing the other! I was going to wait until I had both to display, but Giraffe told me that she'd like to pose with the first sock before the sock found love - with the other sock. I didn't ask questions. I just took the picture.

It fits Giraffe perfectly

Chezza's Hat

I knit this hat for Chezza's birthday. I finished it in January. And in March, I mailed it. You know, because a good hat needs to ripen for a couple of months. I hope she got it before it got all warm and shit. The weather, I mean - the hat is ALWAYS warm.

  

Come closer to the glory.  

Bech's Hat

Yes, yes, it's true. I saved the cutest for last! My lovely friend Jech, of Creampuff Get Her Wings fame, and her equally lovely husband Roch, welcomed little Bech to their home recently and I knit him a pumpkin hat "for his pointy head". I think his head is lovely and round. And orange!

Here he is sleeping with a stuffed black cat (a plush toy, I mean, not a dead cat). Black cat? Pumpkin hat? HOT.

Now that it is officially spring, I find myself longing for a new spring jacket. Or wait - a poncho! A blue poncho with a leafy pattern! Wait a minute! I have just such a poncho on the needles! It must be nearly finished! And then I remember that I have not knit a single stitch of that goddamn poncho since I've been here. And then I hang my head in shame. And wear my winter coat instead.

Creampuff Addendum

Things I will NOT be missing about Toronto:

  • Having to be evacuated off a Toronto Transit Commission streetcar because someone took AN EPIC SHIT under the seat in the back. Choice.

 

Creampuff Nears End of Victory Lap

I'm a world class procrastinator. In fact, if there was an Olympic event in procrastination, I wouldn't get around to applying.

Given my procrastinatory tendencies, it's not surprising that I've been avoiding setting an actual end date to my victory lap here in Toronto. But yesterday, I finally booked my ticket back to Vancouver. I was proud! And then, a little sad.

An aside: I have to point out here that it's not like I don't horribly miss my beaverancée. I mean, holy shit. She was just here for two days. I'll be home in 12 days. And yet, I am a sniffling mess. My roommate Deye singing beautiful soaring opera upstairs and this news (via Syd) is not helping.

It's true that deciding to become dope-smoking West Coast hippie freaks last summer was an exciting move for Katr and I. But as you can imagine, it felt like LESS of a big deal to ME because I knew I'd be back here for 16 weeks! Living the playwright-in-residence dream! Eating Swiss Chalet for every meal! Having many coffee dates! Taking my pants off in the homes of strangers . . . AND friends! And it has been so. Of course, I realize now that the promise of the victory lap was in fact just another way of procrastinating - you know, EMOTIONALLY. And I'm rapidly getting back in touch with my deep, deep fear of change. Feels good.

Whenever I fear change, I always employ the ingenious reverse psychology move my mother used to get me to leave kindergarten: Would I rather that we hadn't left Toronto at all? Well, no. We were ready for adventure! And a hypothetical dog! Would I like to move back to Toronto now? What? And give up our balconies and hypothetical dog? No! Did you already finish that giant bag of Bridge Mix you bought on Monday? Well . . . yes, but there were circumstances. And so on.

My other (less healthy) strategy for avoiding full-on meltdown in the face of change is to offer myself a pile of delicious procrastinatory nuggets to chew over when the fear is at its most acute. I like a good mix of practical and fantasy nuggets. A sample:

  • "Well, it's not OFFICIAL official until I change my Toronto cellphone number!"
  • "We're getting gay married in Toronto in November! I'll see everyone then!"
  • "Maybe some theatre company here will produce my lesbonic historical fiction play! To great acclaim! And then Gina Torres will call me!"
  • "Katr comes to Toronto on business all the time! Maybe someone will ask ME to speak at a conference! A pantslessness conference! Yeah!"
  • "Maybe someone will open a Swiss Chalet in Vancouver that delivers!"

I know, I know - we all have dreams. But hey - whatever gets you through, right? So anyway - the point is that the countdown has begun. And I will greatly, GREATLY miss all of my wonderful Toronto friends and countless other things about Toronto, but I will strive not be downhearted! I have a beaverancée to snuggle up to in 12 days! And a hypothetical dog to think about! And a pantslessness conference to plan! Oh, ha ha, and a wedding! And I have to practice not screaming when Gina Torres calls! And let's not forget my Olympic training! Which I am totally starting tomorrow.

Creampuff's 5 Reasons for Blogging

I'm part of the Lady Creators SaIon at Buddies this year. The other women in the group are mainly smart, funny, brilliant performance artists. For example, one of them is my incredibly sweet and lovely friend Jedo, whose last performance piece involved sharpening pencils with her vagina. Yeah, that's right. It was interactive. And then there's me and my linear, traditionally structured Victorian lesbian historical fiction. We go around the circle and talk about our work and I feel like an artistic Luddite.

During a recent salon, however, the tables were turned when we got to talking about online communities and social media. I realized that only one of these women has a website and NONE of them blog or have any real kind of online life (unless you count myspace and I don't, because it blows). And these women are very nice people, but I could tell they all sort of thought that having an involved online life was the last refuge of the anti-social loser. What?? NOW who's the Luddite?

I think I came off as a little defensive in my rebuttal.

When Cas over at Bright Meadow tagged me to write about my 5 reasons for blogging, I saw it as a welcome opportunity to refine my Lady Creators Salon sputterings so that next time someone doesn't understand the point of blogging, I'll actually have something articulate to say.

Reason #1: Instant Gratification

It takes a long time to write a play (well, it takes ME a long time) and it can be weeks, months or years before you get any feedback on it and then often the feedback is "It would be better if it was set in France, why not set it in France?" or "No grant for you!" or "Oooo, SPACE!! SET IT IN SPACE!!" It takes less time to write a blog post, I sometimes get feedback on the same DAY and no one in the blogosphere turns me down for grants. Although I think we can all agree that my blog would be better if it was set in space. With Gina Torres in tight pants. And me with no pants. Okay, I need a minute.

Reason #2: Community (and a little voyeurism)

My life has been infinitely richer since I blogged my way into this international community of incredible, accomplished, intelligent, hilarious people. In the two years I've been blogging, I've seen romance ignite, children conceived and born, knitting accomplished, Masters degrees, PhDs and bar exams completed, cross-country trips chronicled, goals attained, demons shared,discussed, dealt with, conquered and many, many photos of cats (CATSPIRACY!!). I've worried over people being hurt or ill or depressed, clapped my hands with glee at successful first dates and even been adopted. When I describe the kick I get out of peeking through these blog-shaped windows into other people's lives, it's like I'm giving my own teary-eyed version of the Rutger Hauer speech at the end of Blade Runner:

"I've read things you people wouldn't believe. Posts vaguely related to playoff hockey that made me cry. Women who do all their own home renovations. And Syd, who has more guns than I have bras."

Reason #3: Self-Preservation

I like to think I have a good memory, but sometimes, I am wrong. People with better memories than I will often remind me of hilarious stories I told them years ago in university and I won't have a clue what they're talking about. Without the blog, there's NO way I would remember things like:

My last two reasons come via my favorite old Roman guy Horace. I aspire, through pretty much any writing I do, be it plays or marketing copy for industrial lubricants, to achieve the twin artistic goals of docere and delicare:

Reason #4: To Educate

I'm not stingy with my knowledge. It's been my privilege to share with you my online dating tips, my brilliant invention for staying cool in summer and that New England isn't a state. That's right - it's a BUNCH of states. Yeah, you're welcome.

Reason #5: To Delight

Seriously, I just want to entertain you with my stupid stories. A lot of people who write say they have to write, that they'd do it even if no one else ever read it. Not me. Although I do laugh a lot at my own jokes. If I didn't see it as a way to connect with people, if it wasn't about sharing instead of merely recording an experience, I wouldn't do it.

And now, for the tagging that must follow these types of endeavours. I tag zuhn, Melissa, Drew, Lex, and Whozat (or Shrike, you know, whichever). Answer! Or keep it a mystery. Or just post photos of sock monkeys. As you choose.

Creampuff Cracks the Secret of Nimh

The night before I left Toronto for Monterey, I said goodnight to roommate Deye and went to return to my basement lair. Because the stairs are a tad too shallow for my giant feet, I sometimes take the stairs like a 3 year old and climb down backwards, like I'm going down a ladder. Because my lair is cozy and bedtime is delightful, I often hum Stairway to Heaven.

I walked through the doorway to the basement, turned around and took one step down, then reached up to close the basement door. Behind the basement door was a mouse.

What follows, in no particular order, are the things that flashed through my panicked brain while the mouse and I looked deep into each other's eyes.

Physical reactions: I think I just threw up a little.

Roaches v. Rodentia: I'm actually bothered less by cockroaches than by mice. Why? Because I can spray a roach to death with Tilex and feel naught but triumph. But to do that to a mouse would be HORRIBLE. I don't want to kill furry vermin. I just want them to NOT BE HERE.

"The Stick": Towards the end of my last stay in a basement, there was a tremendous mouse infestation. Nothing kept those furry fuckers away - poison, traps, prayer, accidentally cooking one that had sneaked into the stove - I tried them all. Eventually, I was reduced to sleeping with earplugs so that I wouldn't hear the nighttime scritching and clapping loudly before I went into the kitchen. I also found that the mice would quit scratching when I banged on the cupboard a few feet from my futon. I couldn't actually reach the cupboard FROM my futon, so I got some packing tape and a bunch of kitchen implements, spatulas, wooden spoons, etc. and taped them together to form a large mouse-repellent instrument. Padu came over one night, saw "the stick" on my futon and said: "Is it too much to ask for you to put your sex toys away before I come over?"

"Did Roro forget to OH HOLY JESUS": My ex-roommate Jesk went downstairs to our bathroom one night and found that I had left her a delightful turd. Upon closer inspection (it was dim in that bathroom), she realized that I had not left an itinerant deuce, but that, in fact, a rat had drowned in our john. She immediately lost her shit and went and pounded on our landlord's door. He came to inspect and remove the furry menace. "You know," he said to Jesk as he fished the thing out of the toilet, "I thought you were just being a bit dramatic and girly when you said it was a rat - but this is totally a RAT, man!" "Thanks, Oz," said Jesk, "that's very comforting." Oz took the rat out to dispose of it, but not before Jesk forced me to look at it so that I could appreciate some of her trauma. It looked like a drowned rat. After that, we kept a flashlight in bathroom.

Mariel of Redwall v. Anne of Green Gables: I've always hated talking animal books. But my brother Jaro couldn't get enough of those chatty bastards. He was as addicted to Brian Jacques' Redwall talking rodent books as I was to L.M. Montgomery's fine oeuvre. One afternoon, he and I were reliving our childhood reading choices and agreed that now that we were adults, we should each try to read one of the other's favourite books. Jaro handed me Mariel of Redwall. I handed him Anne of Green Gables. He wandered off to other room and I started to read. About half an hour later, I was trying to not to get riled up by talking badgers when Jaro came back into the living room with Anne. He sat down on the couch and said, "I have a question." "Okay," I said, "shoot." "Do you think," Jaro said, pointing to Anne's carrot-coloured braids on the book cover, "that Anne had red BUSH?"

It Seemed So Funny THEN: Wenders' hilarious yet horrifying tale of "not seeing a r*t in her apartment".

I'll Tell You a Secret: The Secret of Nimh is that mice are in my basement.

At this point, the mouse decided to rush me. I didn't really have a plan, but I knew that if I let this thing run past me down the stairs, I might never sleep again. I braced myself for impact. The mouse saw my resolve. It veered to the right - and disappeared into a tiny hole in the wall next to the stairs. HA ha! I WIN! If by "winning" you mean "the mouse is totally still here and probably has many friends, but I don't see it anymore". I win!

Flush with victory, I went upstairs to inform Deye of my encounter. The mouse hole has since been filled in some some kind of hardened spray foam insulation and all is well. But now when I return to my room at the end of the day, instead of Stairway to Heaven, I find I hum the following from my new version of The Knack's hit My Sharona:

Always shy away from the touch of the furry kind, Mi-i-i- [guitar] M M Miiiice Aroma [more guitar]

Speaking of flushing, I recently learned that Flushed Away is about rats being flushed down toilets. Yeah. Won't be seeing THAT.

Creampuff Welcomes the 9th International Carnival of Pozitivities (ICP)

I was honoured when my friend Ron Hudson asked me to host the 9th edition of the International Carnival of Pozitivities here this month! The Carnival's mission is to provide a forum for those living with or affected by the HIV/AIDS pandemic. As Ron says, this pretty much includes everyone living on Earth today.

As someone who lives on Earth today, I got to thinking about my experience with HIV/AIDS. It occurred to me that the first time I really heard about the disease was in 1987, when that awesome Designing Women episode, Killing All The Right People, aired. I grew up loving those sassy Southern ladies and that episode made a huge impact on 12 year old me. They managed to personalize the disease, tackle the stigma around it and educate their audience on safer sex practices in about 23 minutes of airtime.

When I found the episode recap on Wikipedia, I kind of expected Julia's tirade against bigot Imogene and Mary-Jo's speech to the PTA about condoms in schools to be dated and irrevelant - turns out they weren't as dated as one might like. In the 20 years since that episode aired, there have been great strides forward, but the stigma and lack of education around HIV/AIDS persists, in varying degrees, all over the world. The International Carnival of Pozitivities is an opportunity to throw some light against the darkness caused by fear, ignorance, bigotry and inertia. So, with no further ado, let's get readin'!

Personalize It

Partly in honour my hosting this edition, carnival founder (and the host of the 8th edition last month) Ron Hudson at 2sides2ron has written A Tribute to Women in the Early Days of AIDS, a beautiful piece about how women, particularly lesbians, came to the aid of the gay community in the early days of the virus. This post also boasts a gorgeous piece of original artwork by Becka of the Frank Sinatra School in New York City, entitled "Lovers".

Their courage, at a time when their risk of infection was unclear, was greater than I had within my own soul when I feared my symptomatic gay male friends. Women came to our aid…as doctors, as nurses, as caregivers, as confidants and even as fishing buddies.

Brad hosted the 2nd edition of the ICP at AIDS Combat Zone. In his post An AIDS Warrior Gets Called to the Frontline, Brad prepares to travel to Kenya, where he and his wife will be volunteering with the US Peace Corps.

We will be living in a rural village, working closely with its residents to increase knowledge of HIV/AIDS issues, prevent waterborne and vector-borne illness, and assess other health issues so that the community can be mobilized to address them.

From Latifah at My Realities comes a poem entitled  A day in an AIDS hospital. It paints a grim picture of the realities of HIV/AIDS treatment in her part of the world. I encourage you to visit her site and check out some of her other writing as well - powerful, angry-making stuff.

The Nata Village blog, as it says on their site, is "a unique opportunity to witness the battle to control the spread of HIV/AIDS in an African village". The website just celebrated their one year anniversary; one of things they accomplished with this year's donations from folks like me and you was being able to buy protective gowns for hospital staff. The picture of the nurses in their new gowns - awesome.

For years, the nurse midwives have been delivering babies wearing nothing more than a rubber butcher's apron.  With a fifty percent infection rate amongst our pregnant women, you can imagine the stress that the nursing staff has been under.

The Dreamer at Nightmare Hall is a regular contributor to the ICP. In his extemporaneous post This n' That, he gives us a glimpse into his daily life, where he gets mistaken for a movie star and takes a stand on a number of issues from the merely irritating to the vitally important. My favourite part, of course, was his conclusion about the recent Snickers controversy: 

Tsk tsk, mea culpa, I won't be boycotting Snickers as it's one of my favorite candy bars.

Sing it, Dreamer!!

From the Netherlands, we have Dragonette, who blogs at Not Perfect At All. In her post, It's Been Too Long, she shares her ups and downs around being seropositive for HIV as a woman. I particularly like the beginning of this post - we've all been there.

Life is rushing past, actually not like whitewater but like a slow deep river, the Mekong maybe, which looks swimable, but once you lower yourself into it it's really hard to get back to shore, and when you do you are way downstream already.

Connor, of Where in the World is Connor MacEachern?, is a fellow Canadian who's just completing a 6 month internship volunteering in Botswana.These are his Final Thoughts on his experience in Africa. 

Volunteer, teach, give, just do what you can to help. One person isn't going to change the world, and that's exactly why there are so many of us.

Kristian's post, A Story of HIV, is a riveting narrative of how she became a 20-year survivor of HIV. She tells her story with honesty, hope and humour.

My husband died in 1989.  I am still asymtomatic HIV, which means no symptoms.  I have a high T-cell count, but a very high viral load, which means the virus is fighting like hell to take over.  But I am well.  I still look healthy and young, and it has been 20 years.  I feel like Dorian Gray.  ;-) (or a vampire.) 

UK performance poet Cereal Killer was a guest poster on Ron's blog this month. His work inspired Seattle's Mark Arnold to submit a piece to Ron as well! Always the consummate host, that Ron. Go check out their work!

End Stigma

From Aurora-Rayne comes a powerful personal statement about the stigma of being HIV+ and how it (I paraphase) BLOWS. Ron egged her on to open up and she did not disappoint!

you see, i want so very badly for my life to have meaning, i want so very much for my kids to look back and say..wow mom was really a fabulous person. i want others to look at me and find strength. i want to be mary katherine gallagher...a real life superstar.

And now for a little video action from an organization in my new home province, the British Columbia Persons With AIDS Society, and their campaign to End HIV Stigma. They've agreed to let us include a link to their two brilliant advertisements in this month's ICP. Seriously - you must see these. And then forward them to everyone you know.

HIV Health and Support Network Community News will play host to the ICP in June this year! The Ties That Bind Us - Part 1(revised) is a impactful post about how stigma and alienation might not always come from an outside source.

Feelings of Isolation, Insecurity about emotional connections, Insecurities about physical contact, to name a few, plague Positive people. Many of whom have struggled their entire lives trying to overcome imagined short comings that left them feeling the same way.

In his post This Child is Infected With HIV/AIDS, Ron Hudson tackles the social stereotypes and assumptions people make when they separate the "innocent" from the "guilty" victims of HIV/AIDS.

Refuse, please, to buy into the argument for judgment of people because they are gay, bisexual, a member of a high-risk minority group, a drug-user or a sex-worker and the fact that they are infected with HIV.

Health, Education & Information

Jude of Iddybud Journal hosted the 7th edition of the ICP! In this post, she announces the 8th edition and shares her latest updates on world news about HIV/AIDS.

First time contributor Lives in Focus is also the first Carnival contributor from India! Be sure and check out their site; really interesting articles and some powerful video blogging going on there as well. Their article on HIV Contaminated Blood offers a personal story and statistics on tainted blood, blood donor policies and various countries' efforts to improve screening for tainted blood.

International health organizations have made a concerted effort to improve and secure the standards of blood collected for transfusion by proposing 100 percent unpaid, voluntary blood donation. But the world is making slow progress towards that goal.

Miss Empowe(RED) is Making a Difference and she is ON A MISSION to educate!! Some key information here relayed with great spirit, energy and sass. 

I urge you, if you took the time to read this and you are concerned about yourself, your sister, your mother, your father, your friends, your baby daddy, your children… WHOEVER... Go get tested. I wish I had someone who was in my face yellin this to wake me up, but I didn't. So I am being that person. WAKE UP PEOPLE!!

This post from Enhance Life is not specifically related to HIV/AIDS, but it does have some great tips on meditation and relaxation for general health and well-being, both physical and mental. Who doesn't want to Relax and Unwind Without Spending Any Money?

Faith, of AIDS Combat Zone, writes about folks who are a) revisiting HIV as a cause of AIDS, b) espousing herbal and religious cures for HIV and c) denying the usefulness of good stuff like marijuana in her post, Three Steps Back.

From The AIDS Pandemic comes a very interesting article about the Links between HIV/AIDS and National Security.

There is growing evidence that the AIDS pandemic poses increasing challenges for the conduct of peacekeeping operations. These challenges include the spread of HIV by peacekeepers, the reduced ability of countries to contribute peacekeepers, and the decrease in willingness of some countries to accept peacekeepers who may pose a disease risk to them.

From the good folks over at Blog to End AIDS comes an article entitled Ryan White: What's Next? The article outlines some of the current issues with the legislation and offers a glimpse of the new initiatives to come. 

Over 100 advocates, activists, lobbyists and people living with HIV/AIDS gathered in a high-ceilinged formal hearing room in the Senate Dirksen Office Building in Washington Tuesday afternoon to begin a three-year conversation on the future of the Ryan White CARE Act and HIV/AIDS health care in America.

Giles writes about rapid HIV tests and the big business of HIV on his blog Slimconomy. In OTC: The Need for a System, Giles expresses his concern about the current lack of a system to offer support for those who take an HIV test over-the-counter.

Having an OTC rapid HIV test is certainly a trigger for all the rapid tests for other infectious diseases. While the benefits remain strong for getting more people to test themselves, there needs to be careful consideration of privacy, reporting, public health monitoring, epidemiology management and public knowledge.

Regular contributor Blogswana brings us up to speed on issues such as the Opt-In vs. Opt-Out debate when it comes to voluntary HIV testing, the use of ID cards at some testing sites as well as ways to give the community a voice in their post O Mang, Testing & the Kgotla.   

A kgotla is a public meeting, community council or traditional law court of a Botswana village. Anyone at all is allowed to speak, and no one may interrupt while someone is “having their say”.

For those of you who don't know (like me), VisualAIDS is a New York based organization that "strives to increase public awareness of AIDS through the visual arts, creating programs of exhibitions, events and publications, and working in partnership with artists, galleries, museums and AIDS organizations". Over at the Visual AIDS Blog, this post about National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day highlights efforts to increase involvement in the African-American community to fight HIV/AIDS.

Also from the VisualAIDS Blog comes Sugar Baby Love, a short film directed by Wilfred Brimo for a French campaign on AIDS awareness. Oh my god, how I love the French. Wondering when you'll finally see a giant penis on a roller coaster? Well, that day has come, my friends! I would classify this video as just a little bit Not Safe for Work, unless you work at a place that doesn't mind you watching a little raucous gay cartoon sex. HOT. And with a message! Quelle message? You'll have to watch it to find out - I don't want to give away the ending.

Last, but in no way least, we have a post from the Human Rights Campaign on Remembering Bob Hattoy.

Bob Hattoy was truly a person of courage. His prime-time speech on AIDS at the 1992 Democratic Convention broke new ground in the fight to combat the disease and forever changed the way millions of Americans viewed people living with HIV/AIDS. 

The post has links to the text and video of Bob Hattoy's speech at the National Democratic Convention in the early 1990s. As Ron said, the content of the speech is eerily pertinent today, and even the name of the President fits. Handy! Also, terrifying.

The End? The Beginning!

Thank you all for coming and reading and thinking and clicking. Hope this edition of the ICP helped, inspired and interested you. The next edition of the ICP will be hosted by Transcending Gender in April, but Ron is always looking for hosts! If you're interested, step into his office! I bet he'll make you tea. Or at least a pound cake. Because he's lovely.

Creampuff to Seals: "You Are All My Children"

Because I'm here and queer and zuhn asked us to, I thought I'd try my hand at video blogging today. Turns out that my hand don't really know how my camera works. HA ha! Enjoy! Well - after it loads, that is . . .

Of course, as the lovely melle noted in the last round of comments, I believe my "seals" are actually "sea lions", which are a kind of seal and may still be referred to as "seals", if you are a marine biology hick. What's the difference? Sea lions bark more and have ears and are descended from bears. Seals, on the other hand, somehow get Heidi Klum into bed.

Creampuff Forgets About That Birthday Podcast She'd Planned And Offers a Disjointed Post Instead

Birthday_coffee That's right - today, March 3rd, is the day of my birth and with it comes the grand tradition of the "It's my birthday! Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday?" story.

You know those stories that are either

a) only funny to you; or
b) only funny when you tell them in person?

Well, I thought it might be fun to tell the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story ON my birthday, in podcast form, so that you could all experience the joy. And then I started to think that perhaps the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday?" story actually falls into the first "only funny to me category". And then I got caught up watching 9 episodes of Battlestar Galactica last night and eating a loaf of meat at Dapo and Jebr's and the whole thing went down the Colonial Fleet crapper.
What's the point? The point is, it's my birthday! I started it off a little early yesterday, when Padu presented me with the long coveted Big Girl Knits book and (ha ha ha) a bridal magazine. Those models in the knitting book - HOT. Like . . . HOT. And the sweaters aren't bad either! Thanks, Padu!

Then, at midnight, when my brithday officially started, I had a call with my girlfriend, for whom I am pining a little extra today. I don't usually make a big thing about birthdays, but only because I'm too shy to; so I am finding it's just a little harder being apart from her today than other days. Of course, I'm finding that everyone's sympathy on this subject fades, and rightly so, when I mention that:

a) she's been sending me lovely treats in the mail all February; and
b) she's taking me with her to California next Tuesday to drink lattes and watch seals sunning themselves in Monterey Bay while she goes to the TED Conference. SEALS!

One half of my parents, the dad half, awoke me this morning with a phone call, which was a wonderful start to my day, especially when he reminded me that I had a card to open from them that I'd been saving. Score! Then, because it is also my friend Jeba's birthday today, we took each other out for brunch. I told her the "Why are you drinking coffee on my birthday" story.  She laughed, but she might just have been humouring me, because it is my birthday. Then again, she doesn't have to humour me - it's HER birthday too! Good thing we're good at sharing.

We also talked about how she and I and her friend Jepe went to see the play adaptation of The Polished Hoe at the Harbourfront Theatre Wednesday night. We all had different ideas about what the show would be about - I was hoping for a musical, but was sadly foiled. Jeba too was disappointed. As we were leaving, Jeba said "So . . . I kind of thought that the play was going to be about a really accomplished hooker. And I kept waiting for the hooker part to start. And it just didn't." And then we laughed even harder. Oh, good times.

So all in all, it's been a pretty good start to 32. And the day ain't over yet! I am one lucky creampuff.

Speaking of lucky, I never remember when my blogaversary is, but it's in March, like my birthaversary, so I'd like to share some birthday love with all of you and thank you so much for enriching my life with your comments and blogs and occasional mail and dirty, dirty links. I hope that you're all near some cake. Get your face in there!

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